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

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

a huge bite of the beef burger. Then, she thought for a while and mumbled to Armand while she still had food in her mouth, “I can’t earn… ninety million with my effort… But

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

the corner of her lips. She seemed

only a simple movement when she ate, but Armand felt a lump in his throat

tissue out of the box, reached out, and helped her wipe off the salad dressing on the corner of her lips. “Next time, use a

my lips?” Genevieve felt he

him. “What nonsense are you

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

Genevieve was speechless.

herself, but after she had that conversation with

put down her burger on the

kitchen island. There was a bowl of oatmeal on the table. Judging by its appearance, it seemed like it had been left there for quite some

at the bowl of oatmeal again, and her expression