Chapter 687

Chapter 687

The young woman was wearing a black turtleneck and a skirt. She was slim and had wavy, dark hair th

at reached her shoulders. To sum it up, the young woman looked gentle.

However, the intense gaze and the smile that did not reach her eyes made her seem a little cold.

Cooper, who was pushing her wheelchair, was also in black–

the slim man was in a black suit, and he, like Genevieve, looked gentle.

Herbert did not like to be in crowds, so he only invited his family members over for

his past few birthday celebrations.

Thus, like in the past few years, only the Zeigler family’s offsprings were on the estate.

So why is Genevieve and Cooper here?

Sylvie knew that not only was Cooper merciless, but he was also on par with Armand when it came to

wits.

The thought of Cooper finding out anything made Sylvie’s hand tremble, and she nearly dropped. her te

acup. Nevertheless, she was an actress–in both the entertainment industry and in life–

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so she soon recollected herself.

No. that’s impossible. I’ve already burned all those documents, and the only one who had guessed the
truth, Jermaine, is also dead. No matter how resourceful Jack is, he still won’t be able to find anything.

While Sylvie was preoccupied with those thoughts, Yuvan had already led Genevieve and Cooper to H

erbert.



“General Zeigler,” Genevieve greeted the elderly man with a smile.

Herbert was beaming when Genevieve and Cooper arrived, delighted about how his children had come

home to celebrate his birthday with him even if they were continents away.

Then, when he saw Genevieve and Cooper, he froze. “I remember you. You’re Genevieve Rachford, rig

ht?”

The first time he saw Genevieve was when he encountered her at the airport. Genevieve had picked up

the bottle of medication for him, and he remembered that the way she spoke was pleasant.

His second encounter with Genevieve was when he had gone to the golf course to look for Paula.

Perhaps it was because Genevieve had given him a good first impression, Herbert felt a sense of close

ness whenever he saw her.

Genevieve smiled and inclined her head. “Yes. Thank you for remembering me.”

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Sylvie, who

was standing afar, saw the soft smile on Genevieve’s face. Her heart skipped a beat, and a foreboding

sense crashed into her.

“Grandpa. Ms. Rachford is the title character of my next series of oil paintings,” Yuvan introduced with h

is hands behind his back, smiling. “She’s passionate about the practice of charity as well, and she had

donated three million to a children’s charity.”

“Is that so?” The smile on Herbert’s face grew wider.

Herbert was a man who loved his country and its people, and he had lent a helping hand to many citize

ns before his retirement. Therefore, he was



glad and proud that his children and grandchildren turned out to be successful but also kind–

hearted people.

Genevieve then took the gift box that Cooper handed to her and handed it to Herbert with both hands. “

Happy birthday, General Zeigler.”

“That’s kind of you.” Herbert took the gift from her.

The longer Sylvie saw the pleasant exchange Genevieve had with Herbert, the more anxious she

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became.

Hence, she walked over to put a hand on Herbert’s chair and said. “Yuvan, Granddad said that he want

s only family on his birthday, and he didn’t even invite his comrades.”

Hearing that, Yuvan knitted his brows; he could hear the displeasure in Sylvie’s tone.

Yuvan had let Genevieve come for two reasons. One was because he wanted to return the favor to Ge

nevieve, and the other was because he wanted her to make peace with Sylvie.

Yet, Sylvie was not appreciating it.

Genevieve smiled. “I’ve come to give old Mr. Zeigler a birthday gift; I’ll be gone in a jiffy.”

Then, she pointed at the gift and said, “General Zeigler, why don’t you open it up and take a look at it? I

f you’re satisfied with the gift. I’d be able to leave happily.”

Herbert’s eyes lit up when he opened the gift and saw the bright yellow tiger in the box.

After picking the small tiger doll up and studying it for a long time, he said, “When I married my wife bac

k then, the best doll–maker in Baykeep made a pair of miniature tiger dolls for me, and each



had one of our names embroidered on it. However, I lost one of them later on, and I haven’t been able t

o find it even after years of searching for it…”

Herbert’s yearning and love for his wife could be read in his eyes as he looked at the tiger. “Where did

you find this tiger?”

“Honestly, this is not the same doll you had back then,” Genevieve confessed to Herbert.