My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 204 Murderer

Genevieve was the only one in the study when Harriet suddenly died.

Even if she were to tell everyone that she had nothing to do with the old lady’s death, no one would

believe her. Otherwise, the police around the country wouldn’t have put her on the wanted list.

Suddenly, Genevieve saw a slender figure from the shaky but clear video.

The man did not avoid the cameras like the others from the Faulkner family. He was holding his head

high with an indifferent look on his face. An icy aura surrounded him, and it made even someone who

was watching from the screen shudder.

Genevieve’s heart, which had finally calmed down after a few days, ached as if a knife had pierced right

through it.

She quickly turned off her phone, looking woefully out of place.

Genevieve didn’t try to turn it on again. Instead, she switched on the television in the living room. The

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little girl was staring at her, feeling curious. A moment later, she took the ukulele with her as she made

her way to the couch Genevieve was sitting on.

“Grandma…” she said while pointing a finger at Genevieve. “Bright eyes…”

Genevieve’s lips twitched. I look around thirty with the disguise on. How did I become a grandmother?

Fortunately, the girl had praised her beauty. Otherwise, she would have been so upset by her remarks.

“Thank you,” Genevieve replied with a smile as she took the girl in her arms.

She took the ukulele from her and fiddled with it. After tuning it, she asked, “Should I play you a song?”

“Little star…” the girl answered sweetly.

“Okay.” Genevieve guided her as she played the ukulele, and soon, a melodious tune could be heard.

“Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are…”

The girl’s eyes widened when she heard the tune coming from the ukulele. She could not believe that it

was from the instrument.

She started to strum the ukulele and sang with Genevieve.

Her sweet voice, which was much more melodious than the music from the instrument, filled the living

room.

When Agnes walked out of the room and saw that Genevieve was playing the ukulele with her daughter,

she said in shock, “I thought this was a decoration. It can play music?”

“Yes. It’s called a ukulele, and it’s quite fun.” Genevieve caressed the girl’s cheek. “Your daughter is quite

talented.”

“Look, Darling! I told you our daughter is talented!” Paul had also exited his room. He took his wife in his

embrace, overjoyed when he heard Genevieve praise his daughter.

“I’m going to send Little Bean to learn violin once she’s older. She’s going to be the next Marilyn Wood

and make us proud.”

“Dream on!” Agnes elbowed him in the waist. “I heard that Marilyn is a rare talent in the music industry.

How can your daughter be compared to her?”

“What do you mean, rare? All she has is talent,” Paul said. “I was watching the news the other day and

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someone named Genevieve released a song. Even the experts in the music industry came forward and

praised her. They said that she’s much more talented than Marilyn and that she has perfect pitch.”

Stunned, Agnes asked softly, “Is she the woman who killed Old Mrs. Faulkner a few days ago?”

“Yes.”

“She’s so young and talented. How did she end up becoming a murderer?” Agnes sighed. “To offend a

huge family like the Faulkner family, her life is over.”

“I know, right?”

The couple spoke softly since there was a child in their presence, but Genevieve could still hear them

clearly.

She lowered her gaze and kept silent.

Soon, the sky darkened outside. Agnes brought her daughter out. Before leaving, she said to Genevieve,

“It’s the Torch Festival today. It’ll be very lively at the square. You can bring your husband out to have

some fun too.”

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