My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 78

Chapter 78 Miss Wood There were only a few newcomers in each department of Central Group, but the company had many departments. When so many newcomers and executives of each department gathered together, the atmosphere in the banquet hall became extraordinarily lively. Sitting at the table with her name written, Genevieve drank a glass of champagne lazily and recalled the scenes in the elevator just now. I told him not to reveal a word about our marriage. Was it because he took it to the heart that he was indifferent toward me before the company’s executives? But wouldn’t it be too much for him to ignore me to such an extent? Genevieve emptied the glass of champagne with frustration. She took out her phone to surf the internet boringly, only to see the trending search about Marilyn Wood, who was touted as a rare talent in the music industry. Marilyn had performed nearly a hundred solo recitals and released violin albums, not to mention she was beautiful and once nominated as one of the best female faces in the world. Wherever she went, she would cause a commotion. It was just that Marilyn slowly faded out of the public eye a year ago. For a long time, there wasn’t any news about her anywhere. When Genevieve tapped into the trending topic about Marilyn, the first thing that showed up was an original tweet by her. In the picture, Marilyn, who only showed her upper body, was wearing a long knitted dress and holding a brown wood-colored violin. She smiled at the camera faintly, her face filled with happiness. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Marilyn wrote: I received a violin from you-know-who. It’s the legacy of Master Emeti. I like it so much and will treasure it always. The underlying message revealed by Marilyn in her words caused an uproar among the netizens. A netizen wrote: Could it be that Ms. Wood did not show up for a long time because she got married? Is her husband a musician as well?

Another netizen commented: Rumor has it that the name of this violin is called Night Breeze. It was made by Master Emeti for his beloved woman. However, he passed away right after he finished making the violin. Yet another netizen commented: The way Ms. Wood addressed her beloved was so warm. Even though Genevieve was not interested in the real identity of the man in Marilyn’s tweet, when she looked at the knitted dress the latter was wearing in the picture, she could not help but feel that she had seen someone wearing it before. Then, she glanced downward, and her gaze landed on the violin in Marilyn’s hand. After zooming in on the violin, she was stunned. Patrick had gifted her a violin a few days ago, saying it was an employment gift. Although Genevieve barely touched a violin those few years, she could tell which violin was genuine and which was fake. The Night Breeze made by Master Emeti that I received is authentic. But the one Marilyn has with her is not a fake too… “Genev, why did you just sit here and drink?” At that moment, Patrick came looking for Genevieve. “Why didn’t you socialize and get acquainted with some executives from other departments?” Putting his hand on the back of Genevieve’s chair, he raised his brows. “You’re just gonna stay here and fiddle with your phone?” “Patrick.” Genevieve raised her head to look at him. Out of curiosity, she asked, “Where did you buy the violin you gave me?” When Patrick heard her mention the violin, his expression changed slightly. It seemed that he felt somewhat guilty. Touching his nose, he replied sheepishly, “Um… Genev…” Before Patrick could finish his words, Genevieve showed him her phone. “Look, Ms. Wood’s violin is the same as the one you gave me.” For a moment, Patrick did not remember who she was. When he lowered his head, saw the woman holding the violin in the picture, and looked at the pendant on her chest, he was dumbfounded.

“This… Is she Ms. Wood?” “Exactly. Haven’t you seen her before in the hospital?” Genevieve glanced at him and continued, “Why is your memory worse than a goldfish’s?” Patrick stood still without saying a word for a long time. He had never met Marilyn, but he could recognize the violin he bought. Besides that, he knew Armand had the same pendant as the woman. He never expected the Ms. Wood that Genevieve was talking about was Marilyn. Genevieve did not notice Patrick’s expression. Looking at the picture on the phone, she said, “I’ve zoomed in on Ms. Wood’s violin and taken a look. It’s genuine. I guess the one you gave me was fake.” “Are those who produce a fake product so good now? They look just the same.” “No.” After a short silence, Patrick pointed at her phone. “The violin with her is the one I gave you previously.” “Huh?” Genevieve looked at him with bewilderment. Patrick lowered his gaze and scanned the woman in the picture. “I didn’t buy the violin. I stole it. I just threw the money at the other party. I didn’t expect him to call the cops, and they soon found me… I wanted to buy the violin by offering a higher price, but that guy refused. He asked me to return the violin to him, or he would send me to jail.” After listening to him, Genevieve was speechless. “I was in doubt back then. How could you buy a violin even a famous person couldn’t buy? It turns out that you stole it.”