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.

her eyes lifting to meet Linda’s as a myriad

patted Genevieve’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, and stood up

help me?” Genevieve pondered, staring at the small cube in her hand

under the cover of the

retreat upstairs, she remained in the living room, feigning interest in

long before the medication’s

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

was undeniable; her heart fluttered painfully

on the floor, Genevieve’s body twitched slightly.

the frantic voices around her. Yet, she could see the butler making a call, his

ushered into a black Lincoln, her vision

as the car sped away, but the relentless pain was

car’s stability was compromised, jerking erratically as though the driver had made a desperate attempt to regain control by

Genevieve was

pierced the air with a frantic scream, urgently calling for help.

Lincoln was distinguished by its

straight ahead and

unmistakably identify Louis‘ car from the myriad others. His

toil in mere

his possession, he had been stripped

Austin, his stepson, had always

they send him to the Hoffman family

then, Austin harbored deep–seated resentment toward David and allied with the real Louis,

by a desire for retribution, meticulously orchestrated what was to be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet,

his vision blurred by rage, David

flames erupted and smoke billowed into the sky, dyeing it a sinister

chaos, the car harboring Genevieve

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

from a nearby high–rise,

dealt with David myself, on your

call, tears streamed down

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

could she get his hands dirty now?

removed from the dirt

was well aware of

the real circumstances surrounding “Austin’s” presumed death and David’s malicious intent.

shouldn’t have

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