Chapter 149

Print Out A Divorce Agreement

When Patrick saw Armand coming out, he shifted his gaze and straightened his body. Armand closed
the door, waved Patrick over, and asked in a low voice, “Your brother said that you handled the matter
yesterday?”

“Yes.” “Where is the man?” Patrick fiddled with his fingers. Lowering his head, he answered, “Dead.”
His fists were too brutal. By the time the call was made to warn Marilyn, he noticed that the man had
already stopped breathing. Armand was still as cool as a cucumber when he heard that.

He simply nodded and said, “Call the hotel to book a suite, and buy me a new phone.” Patrick fell
silent. “Okay.” After replying to his emails, Steven happened to see Armand heading back into the
ward. Steven quickly went up to Patrick. “Patrick, what did Mr. Faulkner say to you just now?” “He
asked me to book a hotel suite and buy a new phone.” Patrick’s expression was grave as he glanced at
the closed door of the ward.

“He probably knows that Genev doesn’t like the smell of hospital disinfectant. Steven, tell me, does he
like Genev or not?” Armand was obviously legally bound to Genevieve, yet he pampered Marilyn so
much. The night before, even if that man had gotten away with it, Patrick had no way to send him to the
police station to testify against Marilyn either because he would probably be dealt with by someone
else. Someone didn’t want Marilyn to have blood on her hands. “Patrick, you’re getting bolder.”

Steven’s expression was grim as he reprimanded Patrick. “Mr. Faulkner is your boss. Don’t you have
any respect for him? Also, whatever the relationship between Mr. and Mrs. Faulkner is, it’s none of your
business. Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.” “None of my business?” Patrick could not take
it anymore. “Genev is my friend. She’s a human being! Do you know that day at the Faulkner
residence, Genev—” “Patrick!” As they were just beside the ward, Steven lowered his voice and said,
“Next time, you call her either ‘Mrs. Faulkner’ or ‘Ms. Rachford.’ If you call her anything other than that,



I will kick your butt to Epea, and you will never come back! Now, go buy a phone for Mr. Faulkner. I will
book the hotel suite and handle Mrs. Faulkner’s discharge.” Patrick was quiet. His lips were itching to
speak, but he swallowed his words in the end. With heavy eyelids, he turned and headed to the
elevator. Once Patrick returned from buying the phone, Armand installed the SIM card and switched it
on. He put his coat over Genevieve, then took her out of the hospital and to the hotel. Genevieve would
not cooperate with him in the slightest. At the hotel, she dashed to the front desk and showed her
phone to the receptionist. Her message read:

Can you help me print out a divorce agreement? “Huh?” Even though there was a printer at the front
desk and they could indeed provide this service, the young receptionist was confused by Genevieve’s
request. If this lady wants to settle her divorce papers, shouldn’t she be looking for a lawyer? Just then,
the receptionist saw a tall, burly man walking forward.

When she saw him, she immediately lowered her head and greeted him respectfully, “Mr. Faulkner.”
Armand did not even spare her a passing glance as he snatched away Genevieve’s phone. He took a
look at the message on the phone and was amused. “This hotel is owned by Central Group. Do you
think the employees would help print out their boss’ divorce agreement?” Genevieve was
dumbfounded. Is Central Group involved in every industry out there?

Looking at Armand’s calm demeanor, Genevieve was so angry that she wanted to throw the coat at his
face. She turned around and stormed off toward the elevator. “Mr. Faulkner, the suite is on the top floor.
You need an exclusive card,” the receptionist informed and handed him the elevator card. She had
received Steven’s call earlier to book a suite. Armand took the card and ordered, “Get someone to pack
up her luggage in the room and send it to the suite.” “Yes, Sir,” said the receptionist with a polite bow.

As she watched the big boss step into the elevator, she clutched her chest to calm her wildly beating
heart. With trembling hands, she took out her phone and opened her group chat to gossip. She texted:
Oh my God! Mr. Faulkner is really married!



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