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?”

as he walked to the dining table

she returned to the

to Armand while she still

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

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

but Armand felt a lump in his

helped her wipe off the salad dressing on the corner of her lips. “Next time,

Genevieve felt

almost choked on her burger, and she stared at him. “What nonsense are you thinking? It’s early in

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

Genevieve was speechless.

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

on the plate.

island. There was a bowl of oatmeal on the table. Judging by its appearance, it seemed like it had been

bowl of oatmeal again, and her expression contorted