Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 93

Selene instantly came to her senses. She was not the kind of person who would swallow her anger and suffer in silence. Without saying a word, she rushed forward and kicked his lower body hard.

ler movement was

Seizing the moment when Duncan was in too much pain to speak, she immediately slapped him in the face. Her swift and decisive.

Selene touched her face and said provocatively, “How dare you hit me? I will make you pay!”

Duncan was so angry that he broke out in a sweat on his forehead. He reacted and looked at them fiercely. “None of you are leaving

today.

He grabbed Genevieve’s wrist tightly and tried to drag her into the next room.

Trailing behind Duncan, Selene punched and kicked him but the damage she was causing was insignificant to a man.

No matter how Genevieve resisted, Duncan refused to let go.

However, the next second, Duncan felt a tremendous amount of pressure behind him. Someone kicked Duncan in the back, causing the latter to bump into the door frame next to him subconsciously

Seeing that Genevieve was about to be dragged down by him, the newcomer suddenly reached out to pull her back.

The next second, she fell into a familiar yet simultaneously strange embrace. The calming fragrance caught her off guard.

She thought, ‘Didn’t he leave early with Andrea? Why did he show up here?”

When she looked up, Anthony’s grim expression entered her vision. Without any hesitation, he kicked Duncan again before the latter

could see who he was.

Anthony gave off a domineering and unwavering aura, sending chills down the spines of others around him. A ferocious and cold look filled his gaze.

His demeanor was utterly different from Duncan’s bluffing mien.

c like a

When compared to Anthony, Duncan was like a useless child, rendered powerless to retaliate.

Just then, the owner of the clubhouse had heard the commotion, and hurried over. “What’s going on? Mr. Hoffman…”

After he took one glance downward, the clubhouse’s owner’s facial expression changed drastically.

Selene walked up to him angrily. “This fat bastard was trying to take advantage of us and even beat us. Get someone to drive him

away. Il call the police!”

Duncan, lying on the ground, had already been beaten into a pulp.

He twitched in agony on the floor, unable to get up.

incident to the police, his

Genevieve and Selene, then at the formidable–looking

say anything but turned to stare

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owner approached Genevieve with a gratifying smile and said, “Since Mr. Hoffman has already taught him

gloomy and understood

that matter slide

looked at Anthony

out her phone

snatched from her hand before she could make

and said in a hoarse voice, Tm right here. Who else do

Tve been waiting for her to

cold and threatening voice, “Call the police.

once. He immediately sensed Anthony’s

didn’t dare to offend Anthony.

nodded immediately. “Okay, Mr. Hoffman. I’ll do it right away. This person will

down at Genevieve. She wore an indifferent look as if she was deliberately keeping a distance

the pictures, he couldn’t help but feel

‘No need. Didn’t you send Ms. Thomson away?”

Thomson?” Anthony looked

few seconds and realized he

‘If it wasn’t he who brought Andrea

eyebrows and

and cursed inwardly. She thought, ‘What kind of extraordinary comprehension is

and took the bag from her hand. He couldn’t help curling his lips and smiling. “Let’s go. You’re the only person I’m

and was about to refuse when Selene, intoxicated, couldn’t

thought, I’m afraid it’s too late to call the driver now. I can only trouble Anthony now!

to press the elevator button while Genevieve supported

The night fell.

would’ve flipped out after having endured the slap to her face.

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MMM

Genevieve and Selene sat in the

she live?” he

briefly before answering. “She stays at my place.”

was slightly displeased. He thought, That’s so inconvenient

he didn’t say

the stairs. Anthony trailed behind

to lay his hand on another woman.

exiting the room. Then, she noticed Anthony hadn’t

himself a glass of water, looking leisurely as if he owned the

still

up his sleeves, exposed his muscular forearms, and leisurely poured her a glass of water. “Let’s have a talk?

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