Chapter 362 Washing My Hands Off Of You

“Yes,” admitted Genevieve, pursing her pallid lips. “I saw the knife hidden inside Marilyn's bag and reckoned that she meant to use it against me. She was hesitant, so I goaded her. I don't want the Wood family to have any chance of bouncing back from this.” “Central Group is already in your hands. Didn't I tell you how you should deal with the Wood family?” said Armand frostily. “Why are you riling Marilyn up like that? Aren't you aware of your own physical condition? Did you know that you might not even be lying here if her aim had been just a few inches off?”