Chapter 93: Chapter 93

Sensing that his forehead had begun to sweat, Patrick wiped his hand over it as he tried to avert his gaze from hers. “I’m really sorry for making you recall those bad memories, Genev.” Cooper had done everything he could to make Genevieve divorce him with no strings attached, and Patrick was well aware of that. “It’s all in the past now.” Genevieve lowered her eyes before shifting her gaze back to Patrick. “The reason why I told you that was because I don’t want you to overthink things. If you’re adamant about leaving, that means you don’t acknowledge me as your friend anymore.” Patrick grinned upon hearing her remark. “How can I leave now that you’ve said that?” Seeing him finally at ease, Genevieve smiled as well. The discomfort between them seemed to vanish as they smiled at each other. Patrick grabbed a pear from the fruit tray and munched on it as he sat by the bed to chat with Genevieve. “I’ve been trying to restore all the deleted chat histories from Queenie’s phone for the past two days. However, her phone seemed to be hacked by someone else and they had planted a virus inside it. If I tried to restore anything from the phone, my computer would be infected with that virus as well.” “I don’t quite understand what you’re saying,” Genevieve commented as she rubbed her chin with her fingers. “But what’s certain is that the person behind Queenie is surely a powerful figure.”

Patrick hummed in acknowledgment. His eyes narrowed as he said, “I’m sure that person is a ruthless and vicious figure.” “When my dad was still around, he was humble and kind, and his reputation in the business industry was very good, to the point where he had almost no enemies in the business. After he was gone, the only person who wanted to seek revenge against me was Cooper,” Genevieve said.

“I thought Cooper was the one behind those evil deeds, but it turns out that he wasn’t.” Feeling quite tired after standing for a while, she pulled out a chair from the table beside her and sat down. “Tell me, Patrick. Who would be so ruthless…” Genevieve paused as she propped her chin with her hand and looked at Patrick, before she continued, “To use Queenie as a tool to ruin me?” Someone came to Patrick’s mind suddenly. He stopped chewing the pear that was in his hand. “W-Well…” Patrick stammered as he tried to tell her about something. Suddenly, Genevieve showed Patrick her phone and smiled faintly, “You knew that Marilyn and Mr. Samuel were married, right?” Patrick glanced at the phone’s screen and noticed that it was a photograph of Marilyn and Samuel’s wedding. Seeing that Genevieve was smart enough to figure everything out, Patrick decided to be frank with her. “I already knew that Mr. Samuel and Ms. Wood were married. However, since I used to work for Armand abroad in the past, I hardly had any contact with the Faulkner family. Moreover, I’ve only met Ms. Wood once. I didn’t expect that she was actually Mr. Samuel’s wife.” He then raised his hand and stuck out three fingers, pointing them toward the ceiling, and said, “Genev, I swear that what I said was true!” “You don’t have to swear on it. I believe you,” Genevieve said as she shook her head. If Patrick really knew Marilyn, he would not have been so shocked after Genevieve showed him a post of Marilyn displaying her violin on Twitter when they were at the banquet hall that day. Genevieve then took back her phone and stared at the screen while she said, “Compared to this, I’m much more curious about something else.” Patrick was confused. “What is it?” “Do you recall when I went to the hospital to get my blood drawn and told you about the car accident, speculating that someone from the Faulkner family had done something to Mando?” Genevieve smirked. “At that time, I felt really curious. Since Mando had already cleaned up the Faulkner family once, and now that he’s in charge of the family, who would’ve dared to plot against him? And yet he decided to tolerate whatever the culprit did to him…” She then looked at Patrick and saw that he was too guilty to eat anything right then. Smiling faintly, she asked, “That person is Marilyn, am I right?” “Please don’t ask me about this, Genev…” Patrick was on the verge of breaking down. “It’s just a photo. How did you even figure out so much about it? Or are you women all so smart?” “Besides this photograph, I’ve seen other things as well.” Genevieve’s eyes darkened as something came up in her mind. Immediately, she rested her hand on her chin and looked at Patrick with a smile on her face. “Now that we’re at this point, come on, tell me everything you know.”