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 excessive contemplation at

tone. “She encountered something in Atharia and is

happened to…” Quincey asked nervously but stopped when she noticed a

changed

so anxious that she

Anthony glanced back with

Quincey, her eyes devoid of any

straight down and looked around. “Where

could talk, the golden retriever puppy rushed out of its bed, stepped on

when he saw the dog tawning

and picked

mistook this dirty dog for a stray dog, but it was actually a furry little

adorable.

mood slightly brightened, casting away the gloom she had felt when she

a bit shocked and pointed

as rude. Yet, Genevieve’s true identity compelled her

mere glance. “Ms. Lawrence, do you still

first, but because Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are you so self–centered, Mrs. Hoffman? Seeing you

didn’t explain and went straight

pursed his lips and followed her without hesitation.

wondering, ‘How dare she say that I made

is engaged now. Don’t interfere and ruin their

the door loudly, nearly hitting

looked at Quincey with

Yet, a trace of fear toward Anthony

settled in his heart. He gathered the garments beside him and uttered, “It’s

here less often.”

so harsh that even he couldn’t stand them, and

was likely experiencing profound distress within her marriage to the Hoffman

turned pale.

words, Anthony slammed the door and left.

outside, Genevieve was already starting the car.

for a drink. However, the moment

voice induced a pounding headache

darkness and stern

in the passenger seat stood up and faced the wind, its fur blowing

worried it might jump

believed it was

she headed straight to the

leaving soon, and she had many responsibilities to

was a lounge in her office with clean clothes, which was very

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

at her, still dressed in yesterday’s attire. Without uttering another word, he

golden retriever’s playful behavior, like chewing papers and knocking over coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention and made them fond of the dog, with

realized. “It is hungry!”

requested that someone purchase dog food from the

Emergency calls only