My Flirtacious Husband

Cooper stood up and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to Genevieve. The latter took it calmly and wiped off the
blood from her face and hands.
As they walked toward the elevator together, Cooper asked Steven, “Are all the journalists here?”
“They’re in Conference Hall 3,” Steven answered. Striding to the front of the elevator, he held the elevator and gestured for
Genevieve and the others to enter first.
“Hey! Don’t forget me!” Timothy hastily darted into the elevator.
“When everything has been settled, I’ll have Steven transfer that forty million back to you,” Genevieve stated, putting the
bloodied handkerchief into her pocket.
Knowing that she wasn’t discussing it with him and would still have someone transfer the money over even if he declined,
Cooper nodded.
“You just took over the position of the CEO of Central Group, so you’ve got to notify the journalists about it. Then, you have to
hold an executive meeting and get acquainted with the company’s senior executives. Steven will teach you all this.”
Not only was Genevieve exceedingly calm when faced with Peter earlier, but she also later dealt with Mirrin with poise.
Thus, he believed that she would also be able to handle the press conference well.
“I know.” Genevieve’s eyes flickered for a moment before she added, “Our divorce back then caused a huge controversy. With
me at Central Group now, the media will undoubtedly latch on to Specter Corporation.”
Cooper was startled for a moment, seemingly hadn’t expected her to have started taking that matter into consideration.
In the next instant, his thin lips turned up, and he flashed her an indulgent smile. “It’s okay. Just focus on Central Group, and I’ll
handle the rest. With me here, Specter Corporation will be fine.”
“Okay.” Genevieve nodded.
After the elevator arrived at the designated floor, Steven accompanied Genevieve to the conference hall to meet the journalists.
Cooper pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

Inching a few steps closer to him, Timothy lifted a hand and hooked it around the man’s shoulder, leaning against him lazily.
“What are you thinking, Mr. Sutton? You’re divorced from your ex-wife, yet you now want to pursue her again?”
“Why, is that against the law?” Cooper nudged him with an elbow to get him to remove his hand from his shoulder.
“No, of course, you can. But I’m really curious to know why exactly you and Genevieve got a divorce.” Timothy stroked his brow
with a finger.
He once asked Armand about it, but he only learned that the death of Cooper’s parents had something to do with the Rachford
family. Hence, Cooper lay in wait in the Rachford residence for twenty years just to have his revenge. In fact, he was also the
one who set Mr. and Mrs. Rachford up and killed them.
However, Timothy couldn’t make sense of things.
His grudge with the Rachford family runs deep, so why is he now helping Genevieve instead?
Cooper didn’t answer him, merely dipping his eyes and pinning them on the elevator control panel.
It was exactly because there was no noise around him that he could calm down and mull over everything that had happened
since Armand contacted him, as well as Landon’s remark in the conference room earlier.
He felt as though everything was preplanned by Armand.
There are many capable people at Central Group. Even if Genevieve hadn’t come over, the shareholders would have still
nominated someone from among the senior executives to be the CEO of Central Group. They wouldn’t allow Peter to poke his
nose in. But why was it that almost half the shareholders trusted Genevieve and supported her?
Under his glasses, his eyes narrowed into slits. He turned to Timothy.
“Dr. Jensen, is there really no hope for Armand to regain consciousness again?”
Timothy was momentarily taken aback before he flew off his handle. “Whoa! Are you suspecting that Armand and I are putting on
a show? Are you sick in the head? You just have to ask Genevieve how badly injured he is! Worse still, his head is injured! Do
you think he’d risk his life to put on a show?”
“But you’re too calm. You’re good friends with him, yet you’re still going to work as usual though he’s now in a coma. That aside,
you even came to Central Group with me.”

“So what if we’re good friends? It’s not like we’re brothers!” Timothy scoffed.
Then, he continued, “I’ve already shed tears for him when I wheeled him out of the operating room that night. That was already
magnanimous of me! He’s in a coma, but I’ve still got to live my life. I can’t act like a helpless wife, staying by his bedside and
weeping every day, can I? Besides, that should be done by his wife, Genevieve!”