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.

blank expression, her eyes lifting to meet Linda’s as

shoulder in a reassuring manner,

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

morning, after breakfast and under the cover of the servant’s

the living room, feigning interest in

wasn’t long before the

deathly pale in moments. As she collapsed, clutching her chest in

her heart fluttered

up on the floor,

deaf to the frantic voices around her. Yet, she could see the butler making

Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though whether from pain or emotion, she couldn’t tell.

as the car sped away, but the relentless

the driver had made a desperate attempt to regain control by slapping the steering wheel and jamming the

warning, Genevieve was swired into a waiting car parked beyond the

scream, urgently calling for help. Simultaneously, the

Lincoln was distinguished by its

inconspicuous luxury car drove straight ahead

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

his toil in mere

possession, he had been stripped of everything.

had always been strained, marked

ties with Austin, suggesting they send him to the Hoffman

and allied with the real Louis, aiming to

Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet, in

by rage, David accelerated toward

flames erupted and smoke billowed into the

car harboring Genevieve merged seamlessly into

in shock, grateful for their narrow escape. They reached out to Louis, only to be met with a busy

a nearby high–rise, was enveloped in a

with David myself, on

down

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

could she get his hands

removed from the

company and was well aware of the truths that

“Austin’s” presumed

have happened,

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