Chapter 114 Get Lost This Instant
Mandy stepped forward nervously.
She noted the cold look on Armand’s face, and when she moved closer to the man, his intense aura made her shudder from the inside out.
Mandy’s resolve wavered. In the end, she firmed herself and said, “I wanted to get something from the pantry, but then I saw Mdm. Genevieve giving Mdm. Marilyn a shove. Mdm. Genevieve was afraid that she would be exposed as the culprit, so she lifted the kettle and poured hot water over her legs—”
“That’s not what you just said to Old Mrs. Faulkner.” Armand cut her off once again. His voice was bone-chilling cold. “You said that there was a conflict between Genevieve and Marilyn. Then Genevieve poured the kettle of hot water over her own legs to frame Marilyn.”
“M-Maybe I remembered wrongly…” Mandy was backed into a corner by Armand’s menacing stance. Her forehead began to sweat. “It was Mdm. Genevieve who poured the hot water…”
Armand knocked a cigarette out of its box. He lit it casually at his own pace and took two puffs of smoke. “Come here,” he demanded.
Mandy shuffled forward a few steps. She was nearly touching Armand’s side then.
Suddenly, Armand grabbed Mandy’s left hand, then put the cigarette out on the back of her hand. In an instant, pain shot through her entire body. She nearly cried out in pain, and her whole body trembled ceaselessly.
Armand then glared at her with his vicious eyes. “You’re not able to stand up straight just from a small burn by a cigarette. So tell me, how would Genevieve bring herself to dump a pot of boiling water all over her legs? And where would she have the strength to push Marilyn?”
“Mr. Armand, I was wrong!” Mandy kneeled on the floor and began to stutter, “The truth is, I didn’t see anything. But when I saw Mdm. Marilyn on the floor, and there was blood seeping out from between her thighs, so I assumed that it was Mdm. Genevieve who had pushed her.”
Armand snickered in response. “So you made an assumption, then had the guts to lie to Old Mrs. Faulkner and me?”
“Mr. Armand, that’s not true! It’s the circumstances just then…” Mandy babbled incoherently. She trembled in fear, from head to toe, as she was at a loss as to how she could talk her way out of the situation.
“Pack up your stuff. Get lost this instant!”
“Mr. Armand, it’s my fault!” Mandy was practically prostrating on the floor then. She implored, “I-I shouldn’t have run my mouth. I won’t repeat the same mistake! I’m Mdm. Marilyn’s personal servant. I’m responsible for tending to Mdm. Marilyn’s pregnancy matters. She would be troubled with my absence!”
Armand lowered his head and leered at Mandy. His expression was one of menace. “You are but a servant. Do you think that with you gone, we wouldn’t have other housekeepers that could take care of her?”
Mandy’s entire body trembled as she kneeled further closer to the floor.
“Steven,” Armand called out. Steven, who had been silently witnessing the entire affair like an invisible man, was suddenly summoned. “Give her a year’s worth of severance pay, then make sure with your own eyes that she leaves Jadeborough.”
“Yes, sir!”
Once Armand issued his instructions, he then turned toward Mandy and stated, “If Marilyn calls you on the phone, then I’m sure you know what to say.”
Mandy no longer dared to utter a single word. Her heart was filled with endless remorse.
She was Marilyn’s personal servant and was fully aware of many matters that occurred within the Faulkner residence. That includes the history between Marilyn and Armand and that the latter tended to tolerate the former.
At that moment, Mandy wanted to assist Marilyn by teaching Genevieve a cruel lesson. However, contrary to her expectations, her scheme was instantly seen through by Harriet and Armand.
What further baffled Mandy was the notion that Armand, who always indulged Marilyn, would take Genevieve’s side at that time. Is it because Old Mrs. Faulkner likes Genevieve?
Soon enough, Mandy left with Steven. Then, she recalled how Armand had rushed down the stairs in a fit of anger with the intent of admonishing Genevieve. He even began to belittle her. Mandy was puzzled. But why…
Mandy could not resist looking back. She caught a glimpse of Armand, who remained seated on the couch with a glowering expression on his face. In Mandy’s heart, there appeared an odd sense of foreboding.
Before long, things would be different for Marilyn. Armand would no longer tolerate her every move.
