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

as he spoke in a hushed tone. “She encountered something in Atharia and

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

expression changed

so anxious that she

with a warm and

gazed at Quincey, her eyes devoid

and looked around. “Where

puppy rushed out of its bed, stepped on Genevieve’s feet, and rubbed its

felt disdain when he saw

down and picked it up.

dog, but it was actually

adorable.

casting away the gloom she had felt when she met

shocked and pointed at Genevieve.

Genevieve’s true identity compelled her to hold

a mere glance. “Ms. Lawrence, do you still love my son

ended up confronting her.

went straight

his lips and followed

say that I

sarcasm. “Anthony is

slammed the door loudly, nearly hitting

looked at Quincey with a gloomy expression.

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

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

here less often.”

that even he couldn’t stand them, and

experiencing profound distress within her marriage to the

face turned pale.

could finish her words, Anthony slammed

outside, Genevieve was already starting the car.

car before going out for a drink. However,

thunderous voice induced a pounding headache in her.

the darkness and stern expression that had taken

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

at it and slowed down, worried it

and believed it was fate to form a bond

of going home, she headed straight to

responsibilities to take on, but there was limited time.

in her office with clean clothes, which

she handed the golden retriever to Jasper and instructed, “Take care of it for

dressed in yesterday’s attire. Without uttering another

like chewing papers and knocking over coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention and made them fond of the dog, with no

realized. “It is hungry!”

that someone purchase dog food from

Emergency calls only