My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 267

Eyeing Timothy, Cooper scoffed with a half-smile, “Genev has no interest in someone like you.”

At that, Timothy was rendered speechless.

Back when the Rachford family still existed, Cooper once witnessed someone from the elite circles with a foul mouth slandering Genevieve, dealing her a considerable blow.

When he accompanied her to a party and bumped into that socialite, she pinned the person to the ground and pummeled her relentlessly until she wailed and apologized non-stop.

He had seen her beating someone up without any mercy, but it was the first time he had ever seen her acting so brutal.

Mirrin stared at the shard from the coffee cup in the back of her hand blankly. A few seconds later, pain spread all over her body.

She was in such agony that her face seemingly contorted beyond recognition.

“Ahh!” she shrieked at long last.

Genevieve was unaffected by the woman’s ear-piercing scream, her expression as calm as ever.

Subsequently, she picked up another shard of the coffee cup from the ground and held it in her palm.

Throughout it all, her other hand was still pressing down hard 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!”