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?”

he walked to the dining table and took his

she returned to the dining table and saw the beef burger

a while and mumbled to Armand while she still

piece of cake for

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

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

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

my lips?” Genevieve felt he was

she stared at him. “What nonsense are you thinking? It’s

away. His voice was deep and

Genevieve was speechless.

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

and put down her burger on the plate. “Maria, did

bowl of oatmeal on the table. Judging by its appearance, it

bowl of oatmeal again, and her expression contorted