My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“Armand told you?” Johanna responded, immediately thinking that Timothy must have gone to complain to Armand after their
recent night out.
Genevieve nodded. “But this time, Timothy didn't go out for drinks; he went abroad. You two are still legally married—not
divorced yet. And you suddenly introduced him to a potential girlfriend, who also happened to be his first love's little sister. If I
were him, I would've been angry too.”
“Denise is a kind person,” Johanna said, her gaze fixed on the grill as she deftly turned the pieces of meat with tongs. “And as for
Timothy and me, divorce is always an option.”
“Is divorce truly what you want?” Genevieve inquired.
“It seems like the best choice.”
Observing Johanna's composed demeanor, Genevieve continued speaking. “Despite Timothy's mistakes, he's putting forth
genuine efforts to make amends. We all can see the depth of his feelings for you.”
Johanna pursed her lips and quietly placed a piece of grilled meat onto Genevieve's plate.
As they continued their meal, Genevieve maintained the conversation. “There's news circulating from Frank's side, suggesting
that the batch of gold was in Zephyr's possession. Many eyes were on him. A few days ago, I had a conversation with Frank. He
informed me that Zephyr's private plane disappeared while en route to Norham last year. No wreckage was found, but both he
and the child perished...”
Ever since Johanna snapped back to reality, she deliberately refrained from discussing matters like these with Genevieve and
the others. Likewise, they avoided bringing up the topic in her presence.
She had hoped for Zephyr's demise on numerous occasions, and it had eventually happened.
“Jojo, the person who's causing you such turmoil is no longer part of this world,” Genevieve softly conveyed. “Don't keep yourself
trapped in this pain. Timothy needs you, and so does Asel.”

“Armand told you?” Johanna responded, immediately thinking that Timothy must have gone to complain to Armand after their
recent night out.
Following a prolonged silence, Johanna softly responded with a simple “Mm.”
Genevieve couldn't determine whether Johanna had taken her words to heart, but she understood that this wound was deeply
ingrained and wouldn't heal easily.
Upon finishing their barbecue meal, Genevieve dropped Johanna off at her studio. As her car departed, another visitor
approached Johanna.
“Ms. Joule.”
Recognizing the newcomer as Waylon, the chief editor of Mode whom she had met at Ysabelle's wedding, Johanna greeted him
warmly and invited him to sit in the guest area.
Waylon took a sip of tea and praised, “This Darjeeling tea has a wonderful flavor. Ms. Joule is a tea drinker, I see.”
“I don't drink tea too often,” Johanna said with a smile. “This Darjeeling tea was actually a gift from a friend. There's quite a bit,
so I brought a couple of tins here to the studio.”
“Interestingly, I brought a tin of tea as a present for you to sample,” Waylon mentioned, handing over the gift he had brought.
Johanna looked at the elegantly packaged tin, presumably from a well-known tea brand. She graciously accepted it while
expressing her gratitude. “Did you have something specific to discuss with me, Mr. Saafield?”
Waylon nodded and gestured toward the tea box. “Indeed, Ms. Joule. The owner of this tea brand is a friend of mine. There's a
tea fair scheduled in Baykeep on the twenty-fifth of this month. He wants to debut his tea brand there and needs a spokesperson
to enhance its visibility. He's already selected a spokesperson, and he's hoping that you can design an outfit for the brand. This
outfit will be worn by the spokesperson during an advertisement shoot after the tea fair.”
Johanna caught onto Waylon's intention.

She glanced at her schedule and hesitated before responding, “Mr. Saafield, modifying clothes could be manageable, but
creating an entirely new outfit is quite a task, especially considering the limited time before the tea fair.”
Even if Johanna was gifted in fashion design, creating a satisfactory set of clothes for her client within a short amount of time
was no easy task.
Waylon, however, was full of praise for Johanna's capabilities. “I have complete faith in you, the design prodigy. I believe you can
accomplish this, and we won't meddle with your creative process.”
Before Johanna could respond, he added, “And just to sweeten the deal, Ms. Joule, feel free to name your price for this project.”
“Since we've yet to decide on the individual to appear on the cover, I can assure you that Yvonne will be a strong candidate for
our April cover feature. This is quite a deviation from our usual selections, but we are willing to offer the cover to her. We'll also
arrange an in-depth interview and spread with Scarlette.”
With Waylon going the extra mile, it was hard for Johanna to decline this task. She playfully remarked, “With Mr. Saafield's
enthusiasm, can I really turn down this challenge?”
The magazine, Mode, typically featured high-profile actresses on its covers. While Yvonne may not have the same level of
recognition, Waylon's decision to grant her the April cover would significantly boost her visibility.
Additionally, Yvonne would be the first actress from Genevieve Orsi Productions to grace the cover of Mode, indirectly
contributing to the company's fashion endeavors.
For the sake of Genevieve's two-billion goal, Johanna made up her mind to take on this demanding project.