My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 278

“I’ll drink it!” offered Johanna, panicked.

Johanna did not know how to repay Genevieve after what the latter had done.

Brandy is unlike wine. The former has a higher alcoholic content.

Johanna could not allow Genevieve to drink it.

“No. Only Ms. Rachford is allowed to drink it.” Gabriel glanced sideways at Johanna. “You drinking it doesn’t count.”

Johanna was so furious that her face went pale.

“Why are you being so aggressive, Mr. Jimmond?” Steven, who was standing silently at the side, spoke up coldly. “Before Mr. Faulkner was unconscious, he and Ms. Wood had a great relationship. A lot of projects and collaborations with the Wood family were due to the generosity of Mr. Faulkner. How could the Wood family treat Mr. Faulkner’s wife so badly in return?”

In a demure manner, Gabriel explained, “It’s not me who’s being aggressive. Mr. Wood called and said that his sister was bullied when she was at the Central Group shareholders’ meeting, so much so that the baby in her stomach was kicking around. Not to mention that if it’s so easy to take Ambrosia’s staff away, other guests would start following in Mrs. Faulkner’s footsteps. Sooner or later, there would be no escorts left in Ambrosia.”

Gabriel pointed to the bottle of brandy on the table. “Mr. Wood said that as long as Mrs. Faulkner can finish this bottle of brandy, he would consider that an apology for his sister.” He turned his gaze to Johanna before adding, “And you’re free to take this woman away.”

Steven’s eyes darkened. “Make it two bottles. I’ll drink it in her place-”

“No need for that, Steven.” Genevieve cut him off.

Johanna was still under Ambrosia. No matter what, Xavier would have the last say in whether or not Johanna could leave. Moreover, Xavier could add to the amount any time he wanted.

At that moment, Genevieve was certain that Xavier was hell-bent on making things difficult for her on Marilyn’s behalf.

Nonetheless, she was unfazed, knowing that there would be other opportunities for her to take revenge. There was no rush.

Genevieve picked up the glass of brandy on the table and toasted Gabriel. “A bottle of brandy, am I right, Mr. Jimmond? I’ll drink it.”

With that said, she raised the glass to her lips and downed the liquor in one gulp.

The brandy burned her throat as she swallowed. Frowning slightly, Genevieve waited for the waiter to serve her another glass. Once the glass was refilled, she continued drinking.

At the side, Johanna looked on helplessly with tears in her eyes. She twisted her fingers together, upset.