My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 133 Just Wipe It Away Next Time

Before the downfall of the Rachford family, Genevieve would never hesitate when she bought a piece of jewelry for a few million at a jewelry auction. Besides, she had a black card with no credit limit. Therefore, she was not money-conscious.

Armand came out with a glass of soda water and stared at Genevieve, “Add up your salary for the whole year and let’s see how long it takes for you to save eighty million.”

Genevieve subconsciously started to count her yearly salary after hearing Armand’s words.

Genevieve had recently joined Central Group, and she was paid at the rate of an intern. Even if she got a permanent post after a few months, her yearly salary and bonus add up to less than three hundred thousand.

Stunned, Genevieve froze after she had done the calculation. She thought her mathematics must have gone wrong somewhere. “Is money so hard to make?”

Armand’s lips curled into a smirk. “What do you think?”

Genevieve was rendered speechless.

“Ms. Rachford, go wash your hands.” Maria had made a beef burger and served it on a plate. Then, she continued, “Mr. Armand, I’ll make pancakes for you. Is that all right?”

walked to the dining table and took his

her thoughts while she washed her hands. However, when she returned to the dining table and

she still had food in her mouth, “I can’t

earns money, isn’t it a piece of cake for

ate the burger and took a huge bite. Some white-colored salad dressing dripped down from the corner of her lips. She seemed

Armand felt a lump in his throat when he witnessed the

wipe off the salad dressing on the corner of her lips. “Next time, use a tissue to wipe it away. Why did you stick out your

felt he was being ridiculous, but she soon noticed

him. “What nonsense are

His voice was deep and husky. “I’m only reminding you to be careful when

Genevieve was speechless.

She thought she could finish the entire beef burger by herself, but after she had that conversation with

her burger on the

Maria gazed at the kitchen island. There was a bowl of oatmeal on the table. Judging by its appearance,

and her expression contorted after having some