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

when she returned to the

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

piece of cake for

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

but Armand felt a lump in his throat when he witnessed the

of the box, reached out, and helped her wipe off the salad dressing on the corner of her lips.

for me to lick my lips?” Genevieve felt he was being ridiculous, but

her burger, and she stared at him. “What nonsense are you thinking?

I thinking?” Armand gazed at her lips but quickly looked away. His voice was deep and husky. “I’m only reminding you to be careful when you

Genevieve was speechless.

beef burger by herself, but after she had that conversation with Armand, she

on the plate.

oatmeal on the table. Judging by its appearance, it seemed like it had been

looked at the bowl of oatmeal again, and her expression contorted after having some conflict in her