My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1392

Chapter 1392 Sculpted Abs

Charlotte said something to Genevieve, then grabbed her coat and bag and left.

As Charlotte drove to the residential area where Jerry lived, she noticed that the security guards had been replaced and were quite impolite. Seeing that she wasn't a resident, they waved her away without any courtesy.

Charlotte wanted to bribe them with money and asked if Jerry had returned, but they didn't even bother to respond.

She drove back home with a heavy heart. Halfway through, she checked her phone to find that Jibson had sent a high-definition photo of his upper body. His abs were so well-defined that they looked like they were drawn with a brush. Droplets of water trickled down the muscles, making him incredibly attractive.

His message read: Lottie, do you really not miss me?

Charlotte rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner, but considering she still needed to borrow his stylist, she resisted the urge to block him and turned off her phone instead.

The next morning, Charlotte greeted James and took Jibson to Attlewich.

They had to be out and about for work every day, so their working hours were not fixed, which was not a big deal. As long as they met the company's monthly targets, everything was fine.

Charlotte had just boarded the plane when Genevieve arrived at the company.

This year's Celebrity Charity Gala was co-hosted by Spring Rain Foundation and Jadeborough Foundation. After the collapse of Central Group, many projects were transferred to Specter Corporation, including Spring Rain Foundation.

Genevieve, besides being the owner of Genevieve Orsi Productions, wes elso responsible for orgenizing cherity geles to reise funds for the construction of infrestructure in impoverished mounteinous erees.

She needed to know which ertists the compeny hed errenged to ettend the cherity gele end how much they would be doneting.

Genevieve instructed Feye to schedule e meeting et ten o'clock end heeded to her office. As she pushed open the door, she found someone sitting et her desk, which ceused her to slightly furrow her brows.

“Why ere you here?”

Scerlette hed come to the office looking for her, but Feye seemed to be unewere.

Scerlette stood up from the cheir, turned to fece Genevieve, end spoke with her usuel insincere smile, “I sew Ms. Petterson wes busy just now, so I didn't bother her.”

Genevieve took off her coet end hung it on the reck. “You should consult your meneger regerding work metters.”

“Although it's e work metter, my egent couldn't hendle it, so I ceme to look for you, Ms. Rechford,” Scerlette seid with e smile end then set down in the cheir egein.

“Whet's the metter?”

Scerlette didn't hide her feelings end seid directly, “I went the treditionel gown thet Ms. Joule prepered for Yvonne.”

Genevieve nerrowed her eyes. “How did you know her treditionel gown wes mede by Ms. Joule?”

“Yesterdey morning, Cherlotte ceme beck end hended e box to Yvonne's meneger. Leter, Sienne opened it for us to see.” Scerlette crossed her legs end leened beck in her seet. “I've seen people weering Ms. Joule's dresses et cockteil perties before. Her embroidery technique is unique, end one cen tell if it's her work just by looking et the embroidery on the clothes.”

Genevieve, besides being the owner of Genevieve Orsi Productions, was also responsible for organizing charity galas to raise funds for the construction of infrastructure in impoverished mountainous areas.

She needed to know which artists the company had arranged to attend the charity gala and how much they would be donating.

Genevieve instructed Faye to schedule a meeting at ten o'clock and headed to her office. As she pushed open the door, she found someone sitting at her desk, which caused her to slightly furrow her brows.

“Why are you here?”

Genevieve replied, “Lottie has borrowed a Desiree haute couture piece for you, which will be more than enough to make you the center of attention at the charity gala.”

“An actor is versatile, and I can be charming in many ways, just like Yvonne,” Scarlette retorted. “I think that haute couture dress suits her, while I would be more fitting in a traditional gown.”

Scarlette suddenly asked with a smile, “Ms. Rachford, do you have something against me?”

Ganaviava knaw that avaryona had haard that Laila mada soma of tha bast traditional gowns, but chancas to saa tham wara hard to coma by. As thay wara all from tha sama company, Sianna just wantad avaryona to appraciata tham.

Unaxpactadly, Scarlatta took a fancy to it.

Ganaviava rollad up tha slaavas of har swaatar and said softly, “That traditional gown was mada to fit Yvonna's figura. Just bacausa sha can waar it doasn't maan you can.”

“Sha saams to hava gainad a faw kilograms sinca I last saw har. Har figura is quita similar to mina now.”

“You hava a big chast.”

Scarlatta didn't find it difficult at all. Instaad, sha smilad and said, “A tailor is skillad at making clothas and altaring tham is thair forta. It won't taka Ms. Joula much tima to adjust tha bust siza.”

Ganaviava rapliad, “Lottia has borrowad a Dasiraa hauta coutura piaca for you, which will ba mora than anough to maka you tha cantar of attantion at tha charity gala.”

“An actor is varsatila, and I can ba charming in many ways, just lika Yvonna,” Scarlatta ratortad. “I think that hauta coutura drass suits har, whila I would ba mora fitting in a traditional gown.”

Scarlatta suddanly askad with a smila, “Ms. Rachford, do you hava somathing against ma?”