My Flirtacious Husband

As soon as Genevieve said that, the crowd went into an uproar.
“I heard that you were once an employee of Central Group in the translation department, Ms. Genevieve. Now that you’re
becoming the CEO, do you have any management experience?”
“You’re Mr. Armand’s wife, but the company isn’t his alone.”
In the face of the journalists’ ridicule, Genevieve merely smiled nonchalantly. “It’s precisely because the company isn’t my
husband’s alone that I’m doing this. I’ve already discussed it with the shareholders, and if I fail to contribute to the company
within two months, I’ll voluntarily resign.”
At her solemn vow, the journalists gradually stopped doubting her.
In no time, however, a journalist queried, “When did you marry Mr. Armand, Ms. Genevieve? Can we have a look at the marriage
certificate?”
“Of course.”
Taking the marriage certificate handed over by Steven, Genevieve opened it and showed it to the journalists below the stage.
The journalists snapped away at the marriage certificate in her hands.
Someone caught sight of the date on the marriage certificate and immediately questioned sharply, “Ms. Genevieve, do you
remember that you once published a post that resembled a confession of love on Twitter? Later, you said that the song was
dedicated to your ex-husband, Mr. Cooper. You were newly married to Mr. Armand then, but you published a post to confess
your love to Mr. Cooper. What did you mean by that?”
Genevieve hadn’t expected the journalist to notice that, and her eyes flickered for a moment.
At that time, she didn’t want to delete her post on Twitter and wanted to retaliate against Armand, so she deliberately wrote such
a thing, indirectly helping to boost Specter Corporation’s share prices.
Little had she expected that her action back then would bring her trouble at present.
Upon seeing that she wasn’t answering, the journalist was all the more excited. “Were you openly having an affair?” he pressed.
All the journalists’ cameras were directed at Genevieve’s face, not missing the slightest change in her expression.

Soon, Genevieve lifted her head and flashed a smile at the cameras. “As you know, I grew up with Mr. Cooper. We have known
each other for more than twenty years, so he’s my brother and family. I took that phrase from a collection of prose and poetry
online. It alludes to kinship.”
The instant her words fell, a journalist below the stage swiftly went online and googled the two sentences she posted on Twitter
back then.
Sure enough, he found them, and it was indeed true that they alluded to kinship.
When the journalist no longer pushed her for answers, Genevieve knew that she had gotten herself out of the mess. She secretly
breathed a sigh of relief.
“Are there any other questions?” she inquired.
One of the journalists lifted his hand. “I have a question. When the most popular hostess of Ambrosia, a club that was once
renowned in Xedells, accepted our interview, she revealed that Armand is her son. From the child of a noble family, he became
the child of a hostess. What do you think about this?”
Then, he asked, “Will the others in the Faulkner family still accept him managing the family when he has no blood ties with
them?”
“Why should I have any opinion about it? Does his poor background negate everything he did?” Genevieve asked him in return.
Next, she asserted, “Since my husband took over Faulkner Group, its sales have been increased every quarter, and Faulkner
Group shines brighter every year. All he did for Faulkner Group is something none of the leaders in the company could attain.
Even if he isn’t a child of the Faulkner family, he’s worthy of the Faulkner family.”
Looking straight into the camera, she enunciated, “No matter life’s ups and downs, I’ll face it together with my husband, Armand.
Regardless of his family background, I accept him wholeheartedly. Throughout this time, I’ll help him keep guard of Central
Group and wait for him to regain consciousness.”
That speech of hers had the journalists’ eyes filling with tears, and some even wiped a tear from the corner of their eyes with a
finger.
Indeed, it didn’t matter even if Armand was the child of a hostess.

If it weren’t for him, Faulkner Group wouldn’t be enjoying such glory then.
And if it weren’t for him, there would be no Central Group.
Verily, no one could negate his contributions to Faulkner Group.