Remarry Me Darling, Please novel Chapter 6

Why? Mom and Dad saw Cooper as their own son. Aside from Specter Corporation, they gave him almost all of their fortune. How could he be so cruel?

Cooper put on a cold look and pinched Erica's chin. “Why did Mr. Harvey change rooms at the last minute? And who was the man who left Room 2588 in the morning?”

“We have yet to find out.” Erica's lower jaw was almost crushed by Cooper. All she could do was try to win his favor. “But it doesn't matter now since you two are already divorced. Aside from a grandmother on her deathbed, Genevieve has nobody on her side anymore. Even her person has been defiled. Aren't you satisfied with that?”

When Cooper pictured the woman kneeling in the rain in a sorry state, he felt irritated for some reason.

“Of course I am!” Cooper said coldly. He flung Erica onto the bed and pinned her under himself.

The Rachford family deserves to be destroyed! I'm just taking back what rightfully belongs to me!

“Coop, hold on...” Erica sounded playful as her deft fingers began removing the buttons on Cooper's shirt.

The room was quickly filled with the sound of passionate lovemaking.

Genevieve could not stop herself from shivering as she watched their bodies intertwine on the bed. She felt as if she had walked into an igloo.

So all this was planned by Cooper and Erica? Including those reporters who spread my scandal all over the internet? He divorced me to take away everything I had and left me with nothing!

“Why...” Genevieve sounded miserable. She looked at the man who was supporting her. “Why did this happen?”

He was supposed to be my husband. After my parents passed away, he was my support. He completely played me for a

fool!

Armand did not get a chance to reply. The combination of being soaked in the rain for a few hours and the scene on the monitor before Genevieve proved too much for her as she blacked out.

Armand's expression sank. He placed his arms under her legs and carried her out of the room.

“Give Timothy a call.”

“Yes, Mr. Faulkner.”

Armand brought Genevieve to a high-class mansion area in the middle of the city— Swallow Garden.

He had just entered the house when a young man dressed in white stood up from his seat on the couch. “Armand.”

Armand nodded slightly, then brought Genevieve to the second floor so that the young man could treat her wound.

He smoked downstairs as he waited. After about half an hour, Timothy descended from the upper floor. “Not bad, Armand. There was a one-in-a-million chance of you finding her. If I'm not wrong, she's the heroine who appeared on the news for infidelity, isn't she?”

“I'm the secret lover.” Armand shot Timothy a glance. “Anything else?”