Chapter 229 Do Not Go For Treatment

Genevieve came out of the master bedroom less than half an hour after Armand left.

She had changed into a short-sleeved white crewneck shirt and a pair of jeans that accentuated her shapely legginess. Her hair was bunched up with both hands before it was secured with a hairband.

With her brows perked up and a sprightliness about her, she was in a much livelier mood today compared to yesterday.

Unable to react quickly enough, the housekeeper was not able to avoid bumping into Genevieve. At first stunned, she then quickly bowed her head. “Good morning, Mrs. Faulkner.”

“Mm, good morning to you as well.” After she had done up her ponytail, Genevieve went over to the dining room, pulled out a chair, and settled herself down chirpily. “What do we have for breakfast?”

“We have your favorites, oat milk and soy milk, and also some bagels.”

“In that case, I’d like to have the oat milk, please.”

That was met by the housekeeper’s vocal affirmation. Dagna went on to busy herself at the kitchen island and returned with a glass of oat milk and a plate of bagels, which she placed on the dining table. In return, Genevieve offered a word of thanks before she pulled up the feed on her phone to read while she tucked in.

Taking a rag with her to clean up the dining room, Dagna stole a quiet glance at Genevieve as she passed.

marriage to Armand was formalized and had also waited

a housekeeper from Swallow Garden had been dismissed by Steven, with only

to inform her to come

that particular housekeeper was also privy to the news. However, she could not help but feel that Genevieve had no reason whatsoever to kill Harriet when she met the

the housekeeper’s attention that Genevieve was the only woman Armand had kept close to him

Mr. Faulkner’s sounded so serious when he left this morning that I thought I’d

to begin

in hand. “I’m going over to the beauty salon, Dagna. Don’t prepare lunch for me, as I may not

to work her

faded from Genevieve’s lips somewhat after she entered the

the ground floor, a thought struck her. Then she pulled out her phone to send a

beauty salon, Mr.

would usually only reply to her after he was done. That might be in a couple

response in

for treatment. You

asking for a massage and to have my hair washed. I won’t be doing

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