Genevieve’s good days had come to an end, and she had gone all out for that fifty million dollars.
“Genevieve, oh Genevieve, do you know how long I have waited for this day? When you left me and drew close to Magnus by stepping on me, and now I want you to regret it deeply!”
When Genevieve emerged from her bath dressed, she found Paul watching a movie and couldn’t help but complain.
Hadn’t he had enough after an entire afternoon of this?
She walked over, and upon seeing the person in the video, she recoiled.
“You’re a pervert, what are you going to do?” Genevieve suddenly felt a chill down her spine, realizing she had been set up.
“What am I going to do? Ha, haven’t I done what needed to be done? Here is your compensation,” Paul said, handing over a check for fifty million dollars.
Genevieve rushed to snatch the camera from his hands, “Give it to me!”
“Fifty million, I could hire a top star for less than this; you better be satisfied,” Paul said, already turning off the camera.
“Zachary is your son, you’re supposed to help him, why would you film this?” Genevieve could hardly contain her fury.
“My son? Ha, when you left me carrying my child, you never said he was my son,” Paul retorted coldly.
“Back then, you already had a wife, naturally, I chose someone who was better for me. You and I are the same kind of person, what right do you have to judge me?” Genevieve replied icily.
Paul’s wife was a formidable woman, and his background was just a branch of the Montgomery family, hardly comparable to Magnus’s status.
Magnus’s wife was gentle and kind, not on the same level as that tiger of a woman. Magnus was always going to be a better choice than Paul.
Had Paul’s wife known she was pregnant with Paul’s child, the child in her belly would certainly have been lost.
But Magnus was different. By nature benevolent, he was conflicted but treated her even better after she said the child was his. Genevieve felt even more justified in her choice.
“Do you think being with Magnus makes you truly Mrs. Montgomery? Don’t forget, up to now, you have not been acknowledged by the Montgomery family.”
“No need to remind me, as long as his grandfather remains unaware of what has happened, they will soon be recognized, and I will be able to smoothly enter into the Montgomery family.
Even if you hate me, Zachary is still your child, for the sake of the children’s future, you ought to help them,” Genevieve started to play on his emotions.
“I know.”
“Then delete the video in here,” Genevieve demanded, hands on her hips.
“What a pity to delete it, I just want to enjoy it when I’m bored, I won’t leak it,” Paul stubbornly refused.
Genevieve thought of the she-devil at his home, realizing that if the video got out, it would be bad for everyone; she doubted he would dare reveal it.
She pocketed the check and dressed herself neatly, “You know what to do about today’s matter, right?”
“Of course, I do,” Paul said with a rogue’s smile.
This woman had maintained herself exceptionally well over the years. Though she was nearing forty, she appeared only thirty, no wonder he still found her so compelling. Genevieve had just stepped out when she ran into Magnus. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I was shopping nearby and thought I’d pick you up after work,” Genevieve quickly composed herself.
“Didn’t buy anything today?” he glanced at her hands, which were unusually empty despite her usual spree of shopping bags, especially during a seasonal change when she tended to shop even more wildly.
“I didn’t find anything I liked, so I didn’t buy anything. You’re heading home, right? Let’s go together,” Genevieve deftly changed the subject.
“Yeah, let’s head back,” Magnus agreed, and they left together.
“Hey, you’re here, Genevieve, what a surprise,” Paul’s voice startled her, making her body jolt.
“She came to pick me up from work,” Magnus didn’t suspect a thing.
“Since Virginia isn’t home today and there’s no dinner plans, would you mind if I join you for dinner?” Paul asked.
“Since Virginia isn’t home and it would be lonely, you should come over for dinner,” Magnus didn’t think twice.
“Why do you look so upset, is something wrong?” Paul inquired.
“No, of course not, let’s go,” she quickly took Magnus’s arm.
Unnoticed by Magnus, Genevieve shot Paul a cold glare, wondering what he was up to by following them at this time.
Paul returned her look with a smile. Magnus, caught between them, felt the atmosphere grow awkward.
Upon reaching the car, it was customary for Paul to take the front seat, but he suggested, “Paul, you sit in the front. I was in a car accident not long ago, and I get nervous sitting in the passenger seat.”
“Alright then,” Magnus agreed and took the front seat.
Genevieve and Paul sat in the back. Her heart was in turmoil, unsure of Paul’s intentions.
At first, Paul behaved, conversing sporadically with Magnus.
“Ah…” Halfway through the ride, Genevieve suddenly gasped.
“Are you alright?” Paul quickly asked.
“No, it’s just my leg feels a bit numb,” Genevieve wished she could kick him out right then.
“We’re almost there,” Magnus turned around, and they had resumed normalcy.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Genevieve subtly moved towards the window.
As soon as they got out of the car, her legs buckled and she fell towards the ground. Paul quickly steadied her, “Genevieve, are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” she hurriedly walked a few steps away from him, keeping a distance.
Magnus’s gaze lingered on them, noticing Genevieve’s flushed face, which seemed unusual.
“Why is your face so red?” he asked suspiciously.