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?”

replied flatly as he walked to the dining

washed her hands. However, when she returned to the dining table and saw the beef burger with a thick patty, her appetite was

while and mumbled to Armand while she still had food in her mouth, “I can’t earn… ninety million with

money, isn’t it a piece of cake for

corner of her lips. She seemed to feel something at the corner of her lips, so she stuck out her tongue

ate, but Armand felt a lump in his throat when he

off the salad dressing on

it normal for me to lick my lips?” Genevieve felt he was

her burger, and she stared at him. “What

at her lips but quickly looked away. His voice was deep and husky. “I’m

Genevieve was speechless.

a great appetite. She thought she could finish the entire beef burger by herself, but after she had that conversation with Armand,

down her burger on the

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

at the bowl of oatmeal again, and her expression contorted after