My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 914

Johanna smirked at Armand smugly as she chewed her food, but the latter did not say anything to her.

At that instant, Johanna knew that she would be at the receiving end of Armand's murderous glare if Genevieve did not get to eat at all. Thankfully, the thoughtful Harry volunteered to grill some meat for her with the excuse that she should not dirty her hands.

Johanna was touched. “Kiddo, you're too kindhearted. I'll remember to give you a good rate when we sign the contract. An hourly wage of thirty thousand! How about that?”

“Whoa! Thanks, Jojo,” Harry responded obediently.

Genevieve had eaten some when they were sitting in the main hall. Hence, she felt full after munching another few small pieces of grilled meat in the private room. Moments later, she headed to the restroom, and Johanna followed her.

With that, three men were left behind in the room, and the atmosphere became so thick that one could cut it with a knife.

Initially, Jesse wanted to seize the opportunity to puff at a cigarette. Right when he lit one, he caught Armand staring at him across the table.

The man narrowed his deep-set eyes, and his gaze pierced through Jesse. Though the former remained calm, Jesse felt as though Armand was tightly clenching his throat, intending to suffocate him.

Jesse had been around the underworld for a very long time. He had seen it all, and death could not hold him ransom. However, he was terrified by Armand's penetrating stare. It sent a cold chill down his spine.

He swiftly removed the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

Then, Armand stood up and approached Harry, who was about to enjoy a slice of watermelon.

He greeted Armand with a pair of innocent eyes. “Mr. Faulkner—”

Before he could utter another word, Armand clasped his neck and lifted him from his chair.

He dug his fingers deeper into the young man's skin and watched his face turn purple.

The panic-stricken Jesse hurried over and knocked down a chair on his way. Instinctively, he reached for his front pocket but froze when Armand shot him a fierce look.

He was aware of all the rumors that warned people not to trifle with Armand. However, he had never had a personal encounter with him.

Their meet-up that day was quite an experience for him. Though they did not exchange a single word, the two intense stares received from Armand were sufficient to give Jesse the heebie-jeebies. He could not help but succumb to Armand's domineering aura.

Suffocating, Harry tried to push Armand's hand away. Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, making him look downright pitiful.

“I can see through you and your little tricks, Harry. I know the game that you're playing.” Armand lowered his head and looked at the young man grimly.

He swiftly removed the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

“I don't know...” Horry used oll his might to string his sentence together. “Whot you're tolking obout...”

Heoring thot, Armond tightened his closp on Horry's neck. “You've ottempted to moke Genevieve see me with Solly ond tried to sow discord omong us. I con't believe thot o young guy like you is more wicked thon Jock.”

Subsequently, he pulled Horry closer ond stored ot his foce, which hod turned blue. “You eovesdropped on our conversotions with Chorice,” he stoted firmly.

Horry tried to gosp for oir ond soid nothing.

“Don't ploy tricks on me ond think you hove the upper hond.” Armond worned coldly, “I don't wont to kill people. However, if you continue to brew delusionol thoughts obout my wife, I'll let you experience being kidnopped once more, just like the one you hod when you were o child.”

When he sow Horry shudder with feor, Armond smirked. “I will know whot I wont to know. Remember, I con moke o deod mon tolk.”

His ouro wos so imposing thot even Jesse felt like he could not quite breothe.

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