Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 128

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Anthony paced the floor, restless as a panther on the loose, his entire being shrouded in ominous chill. Johnson scrambled to his feet from the ground, his trembling hands clutching the blanket to his body. “Mr. Hoffman, what are you doing?”

Anthony’s bodyguards stood ready, not showing any sign of leaving. Anthony approached step by step, terrifyingly like a demon straight out of hell.

Gripping Johnson by the hair, Anthony’s eyes were undisguised in their fury, his voice deep and icy as he said, “Where’s Genevieve?”

Johnson panicked for a moment and said, “I… I don’t know! Why would I know where Ms. Lawrence is?”

Daniel stepped forward and cut him off, “The security cameras caught you sticking a signal jammer on Ms. Lawrence’s phone. She came looking for you. After she got off the elevator on the sixth floor, she disappeared. Where are you hiding her?”

Johnson’s face turned a shade paler and he shook his head vigorously, “I didn’t, you can search all you want. I’ve been with my secretary the entire time!”

The crying woman in the bed was his secretary.

With a look from Anthony, Daniel had the bodyguards start to search the room, paying no mind to the naked secretary.

Johnson swallowed hard, his face still laced with shock and fear. “M–Mr. Hoffman! I haven’t congratulated you on your engagement yet.”

Anthony’s gaze grew even colder as he tightened his grip and smashed Johnson’s head against the corner of the bed.

“Aaah-“Johnson screamed in pain as Anthony held fast to his hair, his expression severe. “Who told you I got engaged today, huh?”

Johnson trembled violently. “It’s your fiancée, Ms. Thomson!”

A dark glint passed through Anthony’s eyes, “So, it was her who had you set up Genevieve?”

Johnson’s eyes widened and he began to shake his head fiercely, “No, no, no, it really wasn’t me, I swear, Mr. Hoffman!”

cared. about Genevieve, revealing the truth would

room, leaving no stone unturned and even checking the adjacent rooms, they found

over, and with a surge of rage, he slammed Johnson’s head into the corner of the bed again. This time, blood

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a frosty tone, “Stop pretending, I know it was you. Hand her over. You owe billions in gambling debts; I will clear them for you. If you don’t cough her up, don’t wait

Genevieve. That cold. penetrating stare was too much to bear–it seemed to strip bare all his lies

but ultimately he didn’t dare to come clean.

quaking in a mess, Johnson denied, “I

is!”

as he abruptly stood up and

sealed Johnson’s screaming mouth with duct. tape, then they hauled him

as he swept a look over the woman on the bed; he patted

know anything! He told me to book two rooms. I was waiting for him in the next

his gaze and turned to leave, making

night, and his voice brooded darkly, “No one

“Understood.”

in the night sky. But his initial excitement

arrived, Johnson’s mad antics came to

He tied Genevieve’s hands with a ready rope and gagged her mouth, then in a

the window.

was too weak

outside–the cruise ship was designed to taper upward, which meant no one from outside would

Genevieve into a foggy consciousness. However, the delayed searing pain, combined, with the chill from the wind blowing against her shaky frame, slowly

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