Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 62

Genevieve had never spared them a glimpse throughout the interaction.

It was disgusting enough to just take a glance, so she pretended as though they didn’t exist.

She lowered her head and told the designer, “Around the waist here should be tightened half an inch.”

Seeing that she was completely ignored, Quincey flew into a rage. She set her heart right away on getting the gown. “I want this gown. Tell her to take it off quickly!”

The designer who was standing hurriedly explained, “Mrs. Hoffman, this gown is custom–made exactly to Ms. Lawrence’s measurements. I’m afraid it doesn’t fit you very well. Furthermore, in terms of style, it suits young women better…

Genevieve’s facial features and aura were bright and elegant. That was why she could fit the gown.

Quincey’s figure was short and thin while her facial features were sharp and mean. Besides, due to her age, she didn’t look delicate and natural like Genevieve, even if she maintained her appearance well.

If she dressed more modestly, she would appear more like a noblewoman.

Genevieve’s gown was not suitable for her.

However, as soon as the designer finished speaking, Quincey’s gaze turned icy. She raised her voice while questioning the designer in doubt, “What did you say? Did you mean that I’m too old to wear it?”

The designer was at a loss for a moment and said nothing.

Selene couldn’t help laughing. “Don’t you understand what she said? Don’t pretend to be ignorant. Do you know what is custom–made? Given your age, you should wear something that suits your disposition!”

Quincey stood up angrily, cursing, “Such an insolent woman!”

“I’m never respectful toward elderly who don’t act their age!” Selene retorted in an instant.

Rosalie looked at Genevieve and couldn’t help but utter, ‘Ms. Lawrence, don’t just keep quiet there. Do you need Anthony to discuss such a trivial matter with you?”

Her tone was a little provocative and smug.

She thought that if Anthony was mentioned, Genevieve would get embarrassed to fuss over a gown.

Genevieve didn’t seem to notice the implication behind her words.

She smiled nonchalantly and mocked in a cold voice, “Look at yourselves in the mirror first. Even if you want to steal someone else’s things, you have to see whether you deserve it or not.”

Probably because Genevieve humiliated her in public, Quincey felt embarrassed.

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all your might to allow you to be married into the Hoffman family. You’ve led a comfortable life while staying in

her lips and stepped forward. “Lead a comfortable life? Mrs. Hoffman, you were bossing Genevieve around like a housekeeper back then. Do

a comfortable life there? That’s ridiculous, Genevieve exclaimed

housekeeper. In Quincey’s eyes, she must have been

looked at Quincey and stated casually,

and smiled. Just when Quincey thought that she would compromise, she spat, “I’m not giving

she went in directly and got changed. She instructed the designer, “After the measurement is altered, send

to me.”

Ms. Lawrence.” The designer dared not delay her

left one

help but look back at Quincey and Rosalie, who were pale with anger. She chuckled. “Some people really think of

time?”

pale with fury. She became breathless and

and called Anthony using Quincey’s phone.

informed that Quincey fainted due to a piece of gown that she didn’t manage to own.

in a low voice, “Give the phone to the store manager. I’ll talk

a big influence in the city, so everyone was respectful

It was Ms. Lawrence who wouldn’t give up the gown. Anyhow, she was the daughter–in–law of the Hoffman family. Not only was she rude, toward Mrs. Hoffman,

fell silent and frowned. “It’s her…”

replied, “Yes, she went too far just now. Anthony, why don’t

the phone

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and nodded repeatedly.

ended

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“Mr. Hoffman ordered us to send Mrs. Hoffman to the hospital. He said he’s going to overlook the

in disbelief

heart skipped a beat. ‘He’s going

911 and sent Quincey

Anthony