My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 267 I Am Not Negotiating With You

against Mirrin’s wrist. “If you don’t answer me, Mdm. Pinkard, this shard of glass will also end up in the back of your hand. How about switching to your left hand this time?”“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! It was Mrs. Faulkner who told me to do so!” Mirrin hastily answered, afraid that she would put her threat into action.“Why does she want you to do that?” Genevieve couldn’t quite figure it out.Even if Armand isn’t Isabella’s child, she brought him back to the Faulkner residence and raised him for more than thirty years. With him heading the Faulkner family, isn’t she enjoying infinite wealth and glory? Why does she suddenly want to reveal his background and side with Peter?“How would I know that? She was the one who sought me out!”Enduring the excruciating pain radiating off the back of her hand, Mirrin continued, “She apprised me of when the journalist would seek me out and told me to admit that Armand was my son. That’s my biological son, so I’m naturally delighted that she’d do such a thing for me! I’ve told you everything I know. Can you please remove your hand? I spend a fortune on my hands every month to keep them in top-notch shape. Ouch! That hurts!”Genevieve didn’t remove her hand. Instead, she asked, “Is Armand really your biological son?”“Of course, he is! If you don’t believe me, I don’t mind doing a DNA test with him right now!” Mirrin whimpered in pain as she spoke.Since she dared propose a DNA test, Genevieve knew that the matter of Armand being her son was definitely true.However, something still felt off.Sweeping a gaze over the woman’s enticing and well-maintained face, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was missing an important clue.Alas, she simply couldn’t remember what it was.Quickly, Genevieve dropped her hold on Mirrin and asked Cooper, “Did you bring your check book?”Cooper nodded. “Yeah.”Genevieve then had the man issue a check and handed it to Mirrin. “Here’s forty million. Take this check and leave the country by two o’clock this afternoon. You can go anywhere you want. Keep your mouth sealed and do not tell anyone else or any journalist that you’re Armand’s biological mother!”“Just forty million? Back then, Isabella gave me eighty million!”Her hand, on which protruded a shard of glass,