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Anthony stood in the breeze and drizzle of rain. The night enveloped him, and he integrated with the deep night
as if becoming one.
“Watch out for the rain.” Anthony’s voice was low and hoarse. He sounded somewhat desolate.
Genevieve frowned slightly, turned around, and yanked off the cold wood–scented coat before throwing it at
him.
She continued walking without saying a word.
Anthony behind her paused slightly before following her.
“Genevieve, do we have some misunderstanding? You seem biased against me.” Anthony asked.
They used to be married, so they were close before.
However, Genevieve’s attitude toward him now was no better than that of strangers.
He thought she should not treat him that way.
Since he woke up from a serious illness, people around him had deliberately hidden the reason for his serious
illness.
He could not find any clues, but he felt a strain in his heart.
Andrea was his fiancée. She was gentle and considerate, but something felt wrong.
The moment he saw Genevieve at Atharia, he felt a strong familiarity.
The familiarity made the strain in his heart shudder.
He tried to gain back his lost memories.
Genevieve walked in the front and said coldly, “Bias? I’m not biased against you, only opinions. Please stop following me. You look like a crazy stalker.”
Anthony paused yet did not stop. He was calm and powerful.
He had experienced Genevieve’s unforgiving attitude in the banquet hall.
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Therefore, he was not surprised.
“Why did we divorce? Can you tell me what happened in the past? I’ve forgotten.” His voice was deep and
earnest.
Genevieve seemed to hear something funny. She chuckled, paused, and looked back at his innocent yet icy face.
“Your mother, Mrs. Hoffman, must have spoken ill of me a lot. Didn’t she tell you?” She asked. Genevieve seemed to hear something funny. She chuckled, paused, and looked back at his innocent yet icy face.
Anthony’s throat tensed slightly. A chill crept up the corner of his clothes.
He looked at her with deep green eyes.
Quincey had told him that Genevieve had tried all means to marry him. The divorce was because she hooked up
with another man and cuckolded him.
He found the excuse absurd.
However, he felt gloomy again when he saw her frequently seen together with Louis at Atharia.
Genevieve glanced at him with a half–smile and whispered slowly, “Anthony, stay away from me. You’ll suffer worse than death if you find out the truth.”
She turned and walked away.
Anthony caught up and grabbed her wrist, which had smooth fingertips.
He gently exhaled a cold breath, stood tall and straight in place, and gazed at her with deep eyes.
“I don’t believe what others say. I just want to know what I’ve forgotten,” Anthony said.
He wondered why he had amnesia.
Those empty three years made his life no longer complete..
Genevieve’s eyes were empty and icy. Her profile was gentle and smooth, and her face was emotionless.
Soon, she shook off his hand, her eyes full of anger and gloom.
“Get lost!” She was annoyed by his innocence and confusion.
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She could not find a place to vent her hatred after she narrowly escaped.
Genevieve wondered why he forgot and why she had to go through all that.
Her iciness shocked Anthony. He watched her leave, not daring to catch up with her again.
The smoothness on his fingertips disappeared, and he felt melancholic.
Genevieve returned to the penthouse.
She felt a warmth on her face as soon as she entered.
The temperature was just right.
The diamond–like light was also bright and warm.
The penthouse had been redecorated to Jeffrey’s liking.
She removed her coat and went to the balcony, overlooking half of the city’s dazzling lights.
The city lights shone like the galaxy as the drizzle enveloped the night, creating an intense atmosphere.
The phone rang suddenly.
She glanced at it and answered sweetly, “Mom?”
Samantha smiled and asked her, “Are you home? Did your brother decorate the penthouse for you? Why don’t I ask my servant to go over and take care of you?”
Genevieve smiled as a warm made the indifferent lights below seem warm as she looked down.
She answered, “No thanks. I don’t want anyone else at home. I can take care of myself.”
Samantha muttered gently, “Gen, don’t panic. Settle the score one by one and don’t hurt yourself.”
A mother knew her children best.
Samantha knew what was on Genevieve’s mind when Genevieve saw Quincey and Lauraine in the banquet hall.
Samantha knew Genevieve well.
Love and hate could easily get intertwined when it came to revenge.
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Samantha was not worried about what Genevieve would do to the Hoffman family.
She was afraid Genevieve would get herself involved while getting revenge.
Genevieve was silent for a few seconds before chuckling. “Mom, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
Genevieve refused Darrell and Samantha’s help because she wanted to do it herself.
After chatting with Samantha for a while, she hung up.
Then, she walked around the penthouse.
It was big.
She never mistreated herself.
She chose the largest and most comfortable bedroom, which was decorated in the style she liked.
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Jeffrey knew her so well that even the aromatherapy candle smelled the same as at home.
She went to the bathroom to take a bath. While soaking in the bathtub, she looked up and saw the movie titles interchanging on the ceiling for her to choose.
Genevieve took a comfortable bath and was exhausted after completing her skincare routine.
She slept sweetly that night.
Anthony icily returned to Hoffman Group.
His assistant, Kenneth Dickens, who had planned to get off work, immediately abandoned the idea and made
coffee for him.
Anthony was dissatisfied with the coffee Kenneth made.
He sat silently in the office with a gloomy and ghastly expression. The cigar between his fingers burned slowly.
The atmosphere was depressing.
Kenneth stood trembling. “Mr. Hoffman, it’s late now. Why haven’t you gone home to rest?”
Anthony looked up at Kenneth in a haze of smoke. Kenneth seemed unfamiliar and annoying to him.
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Kenneth had an excellent resume and graduated from a prestigious university. He joined Hoffman Group after
several rounds of interviews.
However, Kenneth was too cunning.
Anthony thought he should not have someone like Kenneth around him.
He stubbed the cigarette and asked hoarsely, “How many years have you worked for me?”
Kenneth’s eyelids twitched as he bit the bullet and lied, “More than three years, Mr. Hoffman.”
Anthony snorted coldly. “It’s been more than three years, yet your coffee still tastes bad. Why haven’t I fired
I
you?”
The corners of Kenneth’s mouth twitched as he panicked. “Mr. Hoffman, I’ll try my best.”
Looking gloomily at the darkness outside the window, Anthony said coldly and calmly, “I’ll give you one last
Chance. I can only send you back to Mr. Presley Hoffman if you’re going to lie.”
Kenneth’s expression changed at the mention of Presley.
Kenneth immediately felt guilty, thinking Anthony had found out.
“Mr. Anthony Hoffman, don’t kick me out. Mr. Presley Hoffman asked me to say so,” Kenneth answered.
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