Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 172

Genevieve slept so well that she didn’t take the servant’s hangover remedy.

Consequently, upon awakening the following day, she experienced a sensation of dizziness and a slight headache, leaving her feeling under the weather.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden sheen over the mural.

She gazed at the mural, a sense of familiarity washing over her.

After pondering briefly, a sudden recollection struck her, prompting her to sit up immediately.

She drank with Selene and Emilio last night.

“Why am I here?” she wondered.

She massaged her forehead, looking around. A blend of nostalgia and alienation welled up within her, sparking a profound sense of resistance.

She had unpleasant memories of this place, reminding her of how stupid she was.

She glanced down at her attire, frowning.

Fortunately, she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

After changing her clothes in the cloakroom, Genevieve immediately went downstairs.

She wanted to leave immediately but didn’t expect that she would see Quincey here.

At that same time, Anthony sat across from Quincey downstairs.

His demeanor was relaxed and subtly elegant, maintaining his characteristic aura.

Quincey tried to hide her anger from Anthony, but her complaint showed she was unhappy. “Who told you about Daniel? Is Kenneth not doing a good job? If he fails to meet expectations, I’ll find you an alternative until you’re completely satisfied. Daniel is too conceited and always makes decisions alone, so it’s better to replace him.”

Without changing his expression, Anthony took a sip of his coffee and spoke in an indifferent tone. “Daniel is skilled and has worked with me for three years, so don’t interfere in these small issues.”

The last sentence offended Quincey. She pondered, ‘Don’t interfere in these small issues? Doesn’t it imply that he knew Kenneth was the one I had arranged?!

Quincey felt a tightness in her chest and a surge of frustration,

Before the accident, Anthony had disregarded her advice, remaining indifferent to her.

Quincey thought she could control him after he lost his memory.

In just a matter of days, Anthony rapidly gained Influence. Whenever she reached out too eagerly, he would consistently and unmercifully thwart her efforts.

Quincey lost once more.

I’ll no

She paused and then took a deep breath. “Well, since you’ve made it clear that this is what you want, longer intervene. But when will you fetch Andrea back from Atharia? The Thomson family keeps asking me why she was left there alone.”

Quincey thought of Andrea, which led her to think of Genevieve as well.

Suddenly, she felt more annoyed and depressed.

for excessive contemplation at

a hushed tone. “She encountered something in Atharia and is currently being cared for there, so she won’t

she noticed a pretty woman with

changed instantly. “Genevieve?”

anxious that she couldn’t think.

hearing this, Anthony glanced back with a warm and gentle

Genevieve gazed at Quincey, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

looked around. “Where is my dog?”

golden retriever puppy rushed out of its bed, stepped on Genevieve’s feet, and rubbed its fluffy head against her shoes.

when he saw

down and picked

it was actually a furry little golden retriever. It was so

adorable.

brightened, casting away the gloom she had felt

was still a bit shocked and pointed

as rude. Yet, Genevieve’s true identity compelled her to hold back the sarcastic remark she

do you still love my son and have even moved into his house to be with

didn’t want to talk to Quincey at first, but because Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are

explain and went straight to

his lips and followed her without

dare she say

couldn’t resist responding with sharp sarcasm. “Anthony is engaged now. Don’t interfere and ruin their relationship!”

slammed the door loudly, nearly

Quincey with a gloomy expression.

her gaze nonchalantly, pretending the incident hadn’t occurred. Yet, a trace of fear toward Anthony

heart. He gathered the garments beside him and uttered, “It’s getting late. You

here less often.”

so harsh that even he couldn’t stand them, and neither could

distress within her marriage to the Hoffman

turned pale. “You‘

words, Anthony slammed the

was already starting

going out for a drink. However, the moment she

voice induced a pounding headache

shielded her from noticing the darkness and

seat stood up and faced the wind, its fur

it and slowed down, worried

experienced a tender feeling in her heart and believed it was fate to form a

going home, she headed straight to the

soon, and she had many responsibilities to take on, but there was limited time.

with clean clothes, which was

as she arrived, she handed the golden retriever to Jasper and instructed, “Take

yesterday’s attire. Without uttering another word, he nodded and led the dog

playful behavior, like chewing papers and knocking over coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention and

“It

dog food from the store located downstairs.

Emergency calls only