My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 288

Martha shook in fury. “How dare you, Genevieve? Aren’t you afraid that my son…”

“You want your daughter to die, right?” interrupted Genevieve as she pulled out a pill from her pocket.

“Genev, I’ll hold your phone for you.”

Johanna rushed forward and took the phone from Genevieve. She pointed the camera at Marilyn so it was more convenient for Genevieve to act.

Meanwhile, Timothy leaned against the door with his eyebrows raised and watched everything unfold.

Other than Steven, he thought that anyone else from the secretarial department would be scared to death if they saw Genevieve doing that.

However, not only was Johanna not surprised, but she also volunteered to help.

Hmm, this is interesting.

When Marilyn saw the pill in Genevieve’s hands, she tensed up. “I dare you to touch me!”

Not standing on ceremony, Genevieve pried Marilyn’s mouth apart.

When Martha saw that Genevieve was actually being serious, she screamed in panic, “I’m begging you now. Don’t touch my daughter! Genevieve, regardless of whether you’re after money or power, we can negotiate! Please let Marilyn go, okay? She’s pregnant with the Faulkner family’s child…”

“What’s that got to do with me?” asked Genevieve with a smile. “Since Armand isn’t actually from the Faulkner family, what’s there left for me to be wary about?”

Martha snapped in fury, “Aren’t you afraid that you’ll get bad karma if you harm a pregnant lady?”

Narrowing her eyes, Genevieve rebuked coldly, “Your daughter would suffer from bad karma first. I was pregnant once. Were it not for your daughter, I wouldn’t have had a miscarriage.”

Martha was at a loss for words to refute her.

“Mrs. Wood, let me ask you one last time. Do you want to save yourself or your daughter?” Genevieve squeezed Marilyn’s cheeks forcefully and put the pill merely an inch away from her mouth.

She could shove the pill into Marilyn’s mouth any time.

“No…” Marilyn shook her head violently, wanting to shake Genevieve’s hand away. However, it was futile.