My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1321 Money Is Useless

Upon hearing this, Genevieve's eyes flickered for a moment.

With her current status, it's too easy for her to get in touch with the person in charge of luxury brands for a gown. However, although those gowns can add glamour to Yvonne, they are not as good as Xenia's traditional gown.

If Yvonne were to appear at the December charity gala wearing a traditional gown personally crafted by the master, it would undoubtedly cause a sensation.

Without resorting to corporate PR, Yvonne can easily tackle all the problems she encounters.

Genevieve gritted her teeth, and in the end, for the sake of her own two billion in revenue, she could only bear the pain and say, "Give her my spot for the traditional gown."

"Are you sure about the traditional gown design? I've already prepared the draft," Xenia asked. She then got up and walked over to the workbench by the wall, taking out a sketchbook from the bottom drawer. Xenia opened the picture book to a certain page and then handed it to Genevieve.

Not only is Xenia skilled in making traditional gowns, but she also has an excellent foundation in art. Her portrayal of Genevieve in the sketchbook is incredibly lifelike and exquisite.

Genevieve loves the color green and adores Genevieve Orsi. The traditional gown, adorned with a painting of Genevieve Orsi on its green hem, instantly elevates the brightness of the dress, making it incredibly stunning.

The drawing was static, yet Genevieve saw herself depicted with such grace and allure that even she was left astonished by her own beauty.

Originally, Genevieve was prepared to make a painful sacrifice, but upon seeing the design sketch of the traditional gown, she could imagine how stunning the finished gown would be, and instantly changed her mind.

Genevieve glanced at the picture book, then looked at Xenia, "I have a diamond necklace..."

"I already have enough diamonds in my collection," Xenia shook her head, clearly not very interested in the diamond necklace Genevieve was talking about.

Taking a light sip of coffee, she spoke again, "It's not impossible for me to make her a traditional gown."

"What do you want?" Genevieve was also a smart person.

Xenia said, "Yesterday, when I went to the Golden Restaurant, the door to the private room wasn't closed properly. I saw you standing outside, talking to Mr. Faulkner, and that's when I realized you're his wife." Genevieve remained silent, waiting for her to state her purpose.

Xenia set down her coffee cup and looked up at Genevieve. "As long as your husband helps me get someone out of Jadeborough Prison, I'll help that actress with her traditional gown."

"It's not my concern what happens in the prison," Genevieve said indifferently.

The official world is a hundred times more ruthless than the business world, and those who are involved tread on thin ice. Armand chose this path for the sake of Specter Corporation, for her and their child. Genevieve didn't want to add to his troubles.

Like Charlotte, she also didn't want to exchange favors with others, hoping that all matters could be resolved with money.

Genevieve asked, "Aren't you quite wealthy?"

Xenia really wanted to get someone out of prison, and as long as the money offered was enough, it could be done.

Xenia gazed at the coffee powder floating on the surface of the water, her voice calm yet tinged with bitterness, "Even if I had more money, it would be useless with someone pulling strings in the court." "Well, then my husband can't help you either," said Genevieve.

"I know you're quite resourceful, sir, and getting someone out of prison shouldn't be too difficult for you," Xenia said. "As for this traditional gown, I can have it ready for you by the eighteenth."

Genevieve remained silent.

Xenia couldn't stand the silence any longer, so she took the initiative to break it. "That man is my teacher. He was imprisoned for intentionally killing someone and sentenced to forty years. But he didn't kill anyone; he was framed..."

Genevieve detected the hidden patience and other emotions in Xenia's tone, as if she had caught a glimpse of something.

"Yes, he is not only my teacher, but also my lover," Xenia admitted without hiding anything, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes with her finger. "But I didn't interfere."