My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 287

Marilyn scoffed as she stared at Genevieve’s face. “He’s the one who bumped into you in the hospital and you’re the one he likes. If you know that very well, why bother coming here to disgust me? Why should I visit a man who doesn’t like me?”

“Since you already know that he doesn’t like you, why did you give the video to Cooper unhesitatingly when he exchanged the video for the violin? Why would you become so angry upon seeing me acting all intimate with Mando in the video, such that your baby was affected?” interrogated Genevieve.

Marilyn pursed her lips tightly. Leaning forward, Genevieve moved closer to her.

“When I went to eat with Old Mrs. Faulkner and heard your past with Armand, I already know what you’re planning. You’ve never liked him, Marilyn. You’re only together with him because he can give you everything that you want. Furthermore, since you know that he’ll be the heir of the Faulkner family, you can rise to the peak in the future and become the ‘Mrs. Faulkner’ whom everyone envies. To your surprise, something happened along your plan…”

Scoffing, Genevieve continued, “I bet that if Armand is really from the Faulkner family, you would’ve stayed beside his hospital bed every day. However, after you realized that he’s just an escort’s child, you immediately cut off all ties with him.”

Seeing that her intentions had been exposed, Marilyn was furious. However, she smirked coldly. “Yeah, I look down on him. I’m a daughter from the Wood family, but he’s now a laughing stock in Xedells. I don’t want to be burdened by him. I’m selfish, but you aren’t a good person either, Genevieve. Didn’t you marry Armand because he’s powerful? If you didn’t marry him, could you have become the glorious CEO of Central Group?”

Marilyn stared at her coldly. “Genevieve, you still have to thank me. Had it not been for me, would you have the chance to marry Armand?”

Chuckling, Genevieve replied, “Yeah, I should thank you.”

If Marilyn had not become pregnant and if she did not have the same blood type as Marilyn, she would never cross paths with Armand.

Marilyn snorted. When she saw Timothy bringing a woman in, she yelled furiously, “Timothy, how dare you anesthetize me by claiming to treat me? How dare you let Genevieve bully me like this? Are you crazy?”

“Since when did I anesthetize you?” Looking innocent, Timothy flicked Johanna’s face. “Did I do it?”

Johanna touched her face and said cluelessly, “No. We just came up!”