Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 161

Perhaps Louis might never return to confront Genevieve’s false display of affection, or perhaps the unexpected expose by David brought him a plethora of troubles to navigate.

Genevieve, for her part, lingered on the balcony late into the night.

Following the expose, she found herself utterly devoid of any leverage. This realization instilled a sense of insecurity within her.

The days seemed to blur together, with two passing by in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Genevieve remained in the dark about the world beyond the manor’s walls.

The servants kept their conversations with her strictly to the topic of meals.

Louis‘ absence became a constant, leaving Genevieve grappling with a growing sense of unease.

The dawn of the third day brought with it the arrival of Linda.

Taking in Genevieve’s noticeably diminished figure, Linda couldn’t help but sympathize.

It was unclear to Genevieve whether Linda was privy to Louis‘ true identity. Nonetheless, Linda chose to remain

silent on the matter.

‘Louis is quite pitiful, isn’t he?‘ she thought.

Linda pursed her lips before saying, “Gen, I’ve been sent to check up on you. Are you sure you don’t want to

stay?”

Genevieve’s response was a shake of her head.

Linda was not surprised. Instead, she offered a comforting smile as she tenderly bru aside a strand of

Genevieve’s hair.

From her bag, Linda produced a minuscule cube, no larger than a fingernail, and discreetly filled it with a

substance.

“This,” Linda began, “is a special medication designed to induce an acute heart attack. When they take you to the hospital, a car will be waiting for you.

The first step to freedom was to extricate herself from the manor.

cube with a blank expression, her eyes lifting to meet

a

not, who asked her to help me?” Genevieve pondered, staring at the

cover of the servant’s inattention,

not to retreat upstairs, she remained in the living room, feigning interest in

the medication’s effects

tingling pain emanated from her chest. Her complexion turned deathly pale in moments. As she collapsed, clutching her chest in agony, the

heart fluttered

floor, Genevieve’s body twitched

voices around her. Yet, she could see the

ushered into a black Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though whether from pain or

the car sped away,

driver had made a desperate attempt

sharply, and without warning, Genevieve was swired

turmoil, a servant’s voice pierced the air with a frantic scream, urgently calling for help. Simultaneously, the driver and bodyguards

distinguished by its

inconspicuous luxury car drove straight ahead and crashed into the Lincoln.

could unmistakably identify Louis‘ car from the myriad others. His expulsion from

of his toil in mere moments.

in his possession, he had been

his stepson, had always been

sever ties with Austin, suggesting they send him to the Hoffman

deep–seated resentment toward David and allied with the

meticulously orchestrated what was to be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet, in his eyes, it was

rage,

into the sky, dyeing it a sinister shade of red.

the car harboring Genevieve merged seamlessly into

Louis‘ bodyguards and servants reeling in shock, grateful for their narrow escape. They reached out to Louis, only to be met with

a nearby high–rise, was enveloped

with David myself, on your behalf. After his demise, no one

ended the call, tears streamed down her face, one after the

watchful eye, she had led a life of comfort and lu and grime of

how could she get his hands dirty

removed from the dirt

well aware of the truths that

real circumstances surrounding “Austin’s” presumed death

have happened,

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