My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1544

Chapter 1544 Playing Cards

“Perhaps Quincey misremembered. The ring was left in the restroom the last time she removed her makeup,” Quincey's assistant explained

with an awkward smile.

“You couldn't remember earlier nor later, but you just had to remember when we were about to call the police,” Timothy noted with a chuckle. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“It seems as though you're trying to make my wife take the blame while seizing the opportunity to steal this ring.”

Quincey was no fool. She, too, noticed something was off with her assistant, and in her anger, she immediately demanded to call the police.

The assistant hurriedly explained, “Quincey, please don't call the police. I did this for you. Didn't you say you were upset when Ms. Joule

made fun of your weight? I just wanted to help you get back at Ms. Joule. I was planning to bring out the ring and tell you the truth after you

had driven Ms. Joule away.”

“Really?” Timothy looked at Quincey's assistant with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “I heard that you met with Xylia at a café yesterday

afternoon. What was the purpose of your meeting?”

Quincey's assistant felt a chill run down her spine under Timothy's scrutiny, leaving her speechless for quite some time.

Timothy rested his elbow on his knee, appearing nonchalant. However, the stance only served to pressure Quincey's assistant further. Timothy

declared, “If you tell us the truth, I'll let you off the hook. But if I have to find out myself...”

“Xylia told me to do this,” the assistant confessed, well aware that Timothy was not someone to be trifled with.

Quincey kicked her assistant fiercely. “You ungrateful woman! How dare you accept money from Xylia and fool me into believing that Ms.

Joule was up to no good!”

Hugh hadn't expected a mastermind behind this incident or that it would happen to be another artist from his own company. His face paled.

He announced, “Don't worry, Mr. Jensen. I will definitely investigate this incident seriously.”

“No need to trouble yourself further. I have other matters to settle with her, so I'll deal with her personally.” Timothy picked up Johanna's bag

and coat, leading her away from Quincey's condominium.

Johanna was already at the elevator when she remembered that Denise was still in the apartment. She took out her phone and sent Denise a

message.

Then, she asked Timothy, “Did Xylia hire someone to trash my shop?”

“No, but it's closely related to her,” Timothy said. “I've sent someone to invite Xylia. Let's wait for her at Imperial Club.”

“You...” Johanna wanted to ask something but ultimately gave up.

In fact, when Hugh appeared with Timothy, Johanna instantly understood what had happened. It was not because Genevieve had greeted

Hugh, but because she knew about her relationship with Timothy that she came to support her studio.

On the way to Imperial Club, Timothy stopped by a drugstore to buy some ointment. He applied it to the wound on Johanna's face.

The two had barely settled in a private room in the club when Ysabelle came in.

She didn't show the same disrespect to Timothy as she did on her wedding day a few days ago. Instead, she politely greeted her cousin and his

wife, then quietly took a seat to one side.

Roughly two minutes later, the door was pushed open again. Xylia sauntered in, her eyes lighting up when she saw Timothy on the couch.

However, she quickly realized that Timothy was not the only one in the room.

Plus, Ysabelle was there.

Xylia felt inexplicably uneasy, but her face didn't show any signs of it. She asked jokingly, “Why is it so lively here, Timothy? You didn't

invite me over to play cards with Mrs. Jensen, did you?”

“Why not? How could we possibly play cards without you?” Timothy said with an insincere smile.

He rang the bell to have the waiter bring in some fruit and wine, then pointed at Ysabelle, “You tell us what's going on.”

Ysabelle glanced at Xylia, then recounted their conversation verbatim, “That day, after Timothy slammed the table and left, I was very angry.

Xylia comforted me, saying that's just your temper. She also badmouthed Johanna, claiming it was her who ruined my wedding banquet. She

also said Johanna was very disrespectful to my mother and me...”

She continued, “Xylia also told me where Johanna's studio was located. I was so infuriated by what she said that I gathered a group of people

and trashed Johanna's shop in the early hours of the morning.”

“You don't like Johanna either; I only said that to appease you, Ysabelle. Don't try to pin the blame on me,” Xylia defended herself. “After all,

you were the one who trashed Johanna's shop.”

Ysabelle glared at her indignantly and argued, “If it weren't for your constant goading, how could I have done such a thing?”