Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 109

Chapter 109 Marilyn Miscarried In a few strides, she walked up to Marilyn. “Don’t you think you’re the one who’s actually lowly, Ms. Wood? You were the one who abandoned Mando to marry Mr. Samuel but regretted your decision afterward. Since Mando still has feelings for you, you want to get back together with him again.” Upon hearing what Genevieve said, Marilyn knew it must be Harriet who told her that. “Shut up!” Marilyn chided. Genevieve smiled. “What is it? Are you frustrated that I revealed your dirty little secret? You don’t love him, nor were you young and naive. All you enjoyed was the high of being sought after by powerful and influential men.” Genevieve bent down to check on Marilyn, who was overwrought with shame. “I said, shut up!” Marilyn’s face fell in an instant before raising her hand in an attempt to slap Genevieve, who, of course, wouldn’t just stand idly and allow herself to be slapped. As Marilyn’s arm approached, Genevieve grabbed her wrist firmly. “You’ve already gained enough out of this, Ms. Wood. Don’t be greedy, lest you lose more than you gain.” After saying that, she cast Marilyn’s arm away before turning around to head to the stairs, leaving Marilyn rooted to her spot with a solemn look in her eyes. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Not only was it due to Genevieve’s comments that hit the nail on the head, but the latter’s attitude also infuriated her. Marilyn was born in a prestigious family, so she grew up pampered and never had to suffer for even a bit, whereas Genevieve, who stood before her, had nothing. How dare she act so arrogantly in front of me like this? How dare she criticize me? A few housekeepers were busy with work in the ground-floor living room. Upon seeing Genevieve come downstairs, they greeted her. “What would you like to have, Mdm. Genevieve?” asked one of them. Seeing that it was about time for lunch, Genevieve asked them for some oatmeal that could last her till lunchtime. While eating her oatmeal, Genevieve checked the family members’ whereabouts with the housekeeper.

Armand had left for work in the company early that morning, while Harriet had brought Samantha to Derport Church after receiving news that Raymond, the pastor, would be returning to the church that morning. Thus, all who were left in the house were Marilyn, herself, and the housekeepers. Right after the housekeeper answered Genevieve’s questions, another housekeeper working outside seemed to require some help, so the housekeeper was called outside. After Genevieve finished her oatmeal, she brought the bowl to the kitchen on her own, seeing that no other housekeeper was in the house. When she got back out, she went to the pantry next to the kitchen to pour herself some soda water. Because she had her back to the door, she didn’t notice someone entering the pantry. It wasn’t until she turned around with her glass in her hand that she realized Marilyn was standing behind her, staring at her with a gloomy look in her eye. Creeped out by Marilyn’s stare, Genevieve didn’t even notice Marilyn was holding a kettle. Just when she was about to speak, Marilyn raised her hand and tilted the kettle in her direction. Genevieve had a keen eye and noticed that there was still water vapor coming out of the kettle, so she surmised that the content in it must be water that was just boiled. She took a few steps back instinctively while trying to move away from Marilyn, but the latter had closed in on her and poured the boiling water from the kettle onto her dress. For an instant, Genevieve felt like both her legs were submerged in hot lava, the heat causing her to shudder. Genevieve couldn’t help but shriek before extending her arms to shove Marilyn with all of her might. She was already overwhelmed by pain as her legs were trembling from the heat of the boiling water, so she didn’t even touch Marilyn even though both her arms were extended. Yet, Marilyn staggered backward and fell onto the ground as if being pushed. With a loud thud, the kettle she was holding crashed onto the floor as well, the hot water in it splattering on her exposed arm. “Aaah!” Marilyn wailed in agony, her arm shaking.

A few housekeepers hurried over. Upon laying eyes on the sight in the pantry, they were so frightened that none of them knew what to do. “B-Blood…” One of them noted with a keen eye that blood was trickling down Marilyn’s calf. As she pointed at Marilyn, her face was pale, and she seemed as if she would collapse by the next moment.