Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

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Genevieve thought for a moment and nodded.

Anthony had someone bring him a copy of the surveillance footage, so they waited in the rest area not far away.

Genevieve’s gaze would dart to Margaret’s room from time to time

Suddenly, a noise came from the staircase

Six doctors and nurses went into the room to conduct a routine checkup.

They went in and came out together.

A few seconds after they left, a nurse hurried back and said to the bodyguard, Tve accidentally left a medicine just now, so I’ll be going in to get it.”

The bodyguard didn’t think much and opened the door for her.

However, Genevieve soon sensed something was wrong.

The nurse who left earlier was in her twenties, but the one who came back sounded to be about 40

Genevieve stood up abruptly with a serious look.

“It’s her! The person that entered the room is not the nurse,” she alerted

As soon as she finished speaking, Anthony rushed to the ward

The bodyguard also kicked the door open in an instant.

The fake nurse had pulled the tube out of Margaret’s nose and was holding a pillow over her face, suffocating her

A fierce glint gleamed in Anthony’s eyes. He suddenly walked over and kicked the fake nurse to the ground

Standing furniture and items in the surroundings fell onto the floor.

The fake nurse looked over in horror and screamed with panic.

Genevieve hurriedly asked someone to call for the doctor She noticed Margaret didn’t look so well, her lips alittle blue

Anthony rolled up his sleeves with a grim look. His face was as cold as ice

“Who are you?” he demanded

His voice was cold and intimidating

The fake nurse’s chest heaved up and down from dread. She gritted her teeth without saying a word, retreated to the balcony, and leaned against the railing.

Occasionally, she would glance at the ground below.

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The air outside was slightly chilly.

coldness shrouded Anthony’s body as he

bodyguard also secured the door tightly,

jumped from the balcony the next

turned solemn as he ran over.

saw the woman leap to the balcony on the floor below decisively and then

came from the woman in the room.

Rosalie’s

for an instant before he broke

frowned but didn’t

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floor below and saw Rosalie and the fake nurse pushing each other toward the balcony when he burst into

women were stunned by his

Samson was crying on the

and panic were written across Rosalie’s face. She pushed the fake nurse toward the balcony’s railing, looked back at Anthony woefully, and pleaded,

nurse took off her mask, and the black mole on her face was particularly obvious.

voice was

the one who escaped from him.

before she turned around and leaped to the

furious tone, Anthony immediately said, “Rosalie, grab

face paled as she hesitated to approach the

woman with the black mole didn’t expect to be caught red–handed by Anthony, so she contemplated a way

were balconies on the floors further below, but

to jump

want to lose

mole looked at Rosalie and said urgently, “I don’t want to die. I am your…”

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identity as Rosalie’s mother, she screamed and

the ground was a heavy blow to Rosalie’s heart.

a boulder sinking to the bottom of the sea, and feelings of falling and suffocation engulfed her.

slightly. Her face was white as a sheet. She looked back, and her lips were

couldn’t. Anthony, I’ve… killed someone!”

if she could

face as cold as ice,

blood, and there was no

a crowd formed around

but hug him. As if she had run out of

from shock or something else.

ordered the bodyguard, “Call

that

indeed troublesome if the woman died, but he had evidence confirmed she was the culprit behind the hit–and- run. Her death

mixed feelings after watching the scene

was, let alone the reason she had to kill

she had a nagging feeling that something was off. How could she find out the culprit’s

she died?

at Margaret’s room for emergency treatment.

and noticed the elevator had suddenly resumed operation. A fleeting

her

her way to

below, she saw Anthony smoking in the stairwell.

fingertips were slightly white, his movements gentle and indifferent, as if covered with a layer of ice that no