My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 208

The next second, Genevieve deliberately spoke slower so she could articulate every word clearly. "For your information, Armand has a Genevieve Orsi tattoo on his chest. I was the one who drew it before he got it tattooed. I think it's time you put your skills to good use. Cry in front of him, and convince him to remove it. Otherwise, can you imagine how frustrating it'll be to see the tattoo every time you hug him?" True enough, Marilyn's mind subconsciously wandered to Armand's tattoo. The mere thought of Genevieve and Armand getting tattoos as a token of their love made her boil with even more anger.

She was almost on the verge of smashing her phone when she muttered through clenched teeth, "Do it now! Do you hear me?"

With that, the man who was smoking crouched in front of Genevieve and pressed his lit cigarette to one of the letters on her waist.

The sharp pain coursed through Genevieve's body as her tender flesh burned, yet all she did was bite down hard on her lip to keep herself from screaming.

Despite that, she couldn't stop her body from trembling from the pain.

When the man removed the cigarette, Marilyn smiled cruelly at the sight of the scorched letter.

"Keep going!"

The man did as instructed and continued using the cigarette butt to burn off the second and third letters.

Just then, a crack of thunder sounded, and the radiant blue sky with its rolling white clouds instantly darkened.

Seconds later, heavy rain began to fall.

Since the men were still holding her down by her shoulders and legs, Genevieve could only lift her head and let the cold raindrops beat against her face. Not only did it help to ease her pain, but it also sobered her up.

I can't believe I've been so jealous of other women over a man. And for what? His attention and an illusion of love? My gosh, I'm hopeless! Utterly hopeless!

On the other end of the video call, Marilyn was delighted to see the letters on Genevieve's waist burned beyond recognition. What she didn't expect, though, was the sudden downpour.

The rain washed away the paint on Genevieve's face, revealing her delicate and beautiful features.

Marilyn's repressed envy resurfaced again, this time stronger than ever.

She thought about how netizens had been complimenting Genevieve on her beauty and how wonderfully she performed even though she wasn't a professional musician. Even the music industry bigwigs had stepped out to sing her praises.

"I've changed my mind," Marilyn piped up.

What's the use of only taking compromising photos of Genevieve? As with everything else on the internet, her scandal will soon become old news, and no one will remember her by then. It'd just be like her divorce saga with Cooper!

Marilyn stared down at Genevieve and finally came to a ruthless decision. "Break her hands!"

Yes! Ruin her hands so she can never play the violin again!

Due to the heavy rain, the men wanted to finish their job as soon as possible. Besides, Marilyn had also promised to shoulder the responsibility for any consequences, so they had no reason to hold back. Without further ado, one of the men pulled up Genevieve's hand.

The next second, Genevieve let out an ear-splitting scream. The pain of having her wrist forcefully broken was a hundred times worse than getting cigarette burns, and she couldn't endure it any longer. Just as the man was about to break her right wrist, a faint sound of tires screeching came from the road. Seconds later, a car dashed through the rain and sped toward the group.

Thankfully, the man crouching beside Genevieve was agile enough to dodge the incoming car.

The car suddenly braked near Genevieve, and a man jumped out even before it even came to a stop.

When Patrick saw Genevieve lying half naked on the ground with wet hair stuck to her pale face, his eyes glazed over with shock.

It was a most pitiful sight, and his heart almost broke.

Patrick hurriedly removed his jacket and put it on Genevieve. His eyes started burning with murderous intent.

He swiftly turned around and pounced on one of the men, grabbing his neck with three fingers.

"F*ck you! How dare you put your filthy hands on her!" Patrick fumed. He tightened his grip around the most vulnerable part of the man's neck and snapped it clean off.