Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 126

Anthony’s move stunned everyone into silence, especially Andrea. Her face switched between red and pale, and she struggled to breathe steadily. It was like a slap right to her face, knocking both her pride and dignity to the floor. Hot with fury and embarrassment, she barely contained herself.

The auctioneer caught the tense vibe and shot a knowing look to a server, who quickly apologized and excused themselves. The auctioneer, who had known Genevieve for quite a while, attempted to diffuse the situation with a joke. “Well, it was yours and now it’s back with you. Seems like you and the Siren’s Tear are really meant to be.”

Genevieve’s brows knit together, her face void of any excitement, her gaze toward the Siren’s Tear in her hand indifferent. She gave a half–smile and pushed it back into Anthony’s hands. “This is your possession now. Give it to your fiancée, consider it an engagement gift,” she said coolly.

If Genevieve really wanted it, she wouldn’t have forfeited the bid. She mused, ‘I had intentionally driven the price up, aware that Andrea would fight for it, and knowing Anthony wouldn’t lose face by being outbid by a woman. And Anthony did exactly what I expected. But he had turned around and handed it to me. What is going through that jerk’s head?

Anthony’s expression darkened. There was anger in his eyes and he said in an icy tone, “What engagement? Who do you mean my fiancée? That’s nonsense. This was always meant for you.”

He thrust the Siren’s Tear back into Genevieve’s hands, a clear edge of anger in his voice, but Genevieve wasn’t taking any of it.

She curved her lips in a mocking smile as she thought, ‘Everyone had seen them cut the cake together and Andrea herself had admitted it. Are they playing me for a fool?‘

Genevieve didn’t want to come off as jealous or confrontational, so she just smiled, peacefully handing the Siren’s Tear to Andrea. “Ms. Thomson, congratulations. This is your engagement gift.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, which sparkled with a sharp, cool beauty.

She laughed carelessly, ignoring Andrea’s visible shame and discomfort. To Genevieve, it no longer mattered. That which she didn’t want could be claimed by anyone else who desired it.

What started as a coveted jewel had now become a proverbial hot potato. “Was Genevieve deliberately making me uncomfortable?‘ Andrea thought. She was livid, itching to lash out, but she bit down hard on her lower lip, tightly reigning in her emotions. She couldn’t embarrass herself in front of so many people.

Genevieve’s lips twitched into a smirk; she had achieved her goal and didn’t want to stick around the lovebirds any longer. Hoisting her dress, she made her way upstairs. Each floor promised its own thrills, and she wasn’t just here to see Johnson–no harm in a little fun, right?

Before anyone could even process the scene, Anthony marched over to Andrea, his face grim. His voice dropped into an uncontrollable chill. “Engagement? When did I ever pop the question to you? Did you forget why you’re here tonight?”

His eyes carried a glint of cool intimidation, causing Andrea to shudder slightly, a mix of dread and guilt in her stance. “Mr. Hoffman, I didn’t say anything about the engagement. It may be that Ms. Lawrence misunderstood me. I will explain it to her later.”

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“Before the auction started, I heard so many celebrities and ladies congratulating Ms. Thomson on her engagement to Mr. Hoffman. You didn’t deny it at that time. I thought

from Genevieve’s words, barely containing

socialite in the room perked their ears, their interest piqued. This was shaping up to be more

tried to respond. But Anthony, with a stern face and a furrowed brow, snatched the Siren’s Tear from her hand and turned on his heel, leaving her with

a still lake, sending shockwaves through the onlookers. Everyone might have missed his last

in her palm echoing the hit

enjoyed the spectacle from a distance. Andrea had never really been part of their circle, riding the Hoffman family coattails was the only reason they tolerated her,

that jewelry for his ex–wife?”

I thought it was really an

won’t be so

trickled into Andrea’s ears, grinding her patience thinner

Some were dealing cards, others playing poker, a mini–Vegas right

a quieter spot, bored as she watched others gamble away. A stack of chips slid her

like playing?” he

“No,

politeness. “Hungry at all? Want something to eat?” His thoughtfulness

grab a bite at the restaurant,” she said, standing up. Once she filled up, she’d go find Johnson to

paused and said, “Just now, I saw Anthony’s parents heading to the restaurant.

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her appetite vanishing. The last thing she wanted was to have the Hoffman family kill her mood even