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.

space for

in Atharia and is currently being cared for

asked nervously but stopped when she noticed a pretty woman with mesmerizing eyes

expression changed

so anxious that

Anthony glanced back with a warm and gentle

her

and looked

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

saw the dog tawning uver E

down and picked it up.

it was actually a furry little golden retriever. It was

adorable.

brightened, casting away the gloom she had felt when she met

and pointed at Genevieve. “Why

compelled her to hold

mere glance. “Ms. Lawrence, do you still love my son and have even moved into

to Quincey at first, but because Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are you so

went straight to the

and

‘How dare she say that

couldn’t resist responding with sharp sarcasm. “Anthony is

door loudly, nearly hitting Anthony in the face.

Quincey with

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

gathered the garments beside him and uttered, “It’s

here less often.”

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

within her marriage to the Hoffman family.

turned pale. “You‘

she could finish her words, Anthony

Genevieve was already

drink. However,

thunderous voice induced a pounding

off, her discomfort shielded her from noticing the darkness and stern expression that

seat stood up and faced the wind, its fur blowing back as it excitedly tried to jump

at it and slowed down, worried it might jump

and believed it was

going home, she headed straight to

leaving soon, and she had many responsibilities to take on, but there

lounge in her office with clean clothes, which was very

to Jasper and instructed, “Take care of it for a bit. I’m going to change my

her, still dressed in yesterday’s attire. Without uttering another word, he nodded and led

coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention and made them

realized. “It is hungry!”

dog food from

Emergency calls only