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?”

flatly as he walked to the

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

still had food in her mouth, “I can’t earn… ninety million with my

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

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

simple movement when she ate, but Armand felt a lump in his throat when he witnessed the scene, and his eyes

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

for me to lick my lips?” Genevieve felt he

and she stared at him. “What nonsense are you thinking? It’s early in the

but quickly looked away. His voice was deep and

Genevieve was speechless.

but after she had that conversation with Armand, she had a weird feeling when she stared at

her burger on the plate.

Maria gazed at the kitchen island. There was a bowl of oatmeal on the table. Judging by its appearance, it seemed

of oatmeal again, and her expression contorted after having some conflict