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.

there simply wasn’t space for excessive contemplation

a hushed tone. “She encountered something in Atharia and

she noticed a pretty

expression changed

was so anxious that she couldn’t

Anthony glanced back with a warm

at Quincey, her eyes devoid of

looked around. “Where

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

when he saw the

down and

stray dog, but it was actually a furry little golden retriever.

adorable.

casting away the gloom she had felt when

shocked and

Genevieve’s true identity compelled her to hold back the sarcastic remark

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

want to talk to Quincey at first, but because Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are you so self–centered, Mrs. Hoffman? Seeing you this morning made me lose my

and went straight to

his lips and

agitated, wondering, ‘How dare she say that

sharp sarcasm. “Anthony is

the door loudly, nearly

at Quincey with

incident hadn’t occurred. Yet, a trace of fear

beside him and uttered, “It’s getting late.

here less often.”

that even he

was likely experiencing profound distress within her

face turned pale. “You‘

Anthony slammed the door and left.

was already starting the car.

going out for a drink. However, the moment she sat in it

induced a pounding

noticing the darkness and stern expression that

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

it and slowed down, worried it might

in her heart and believed it was

headed straight

many responsibilities to take on, but there was limited time.

her office with clean clothes, which

arrived, she handed the golden retriever to Jasper and instructed, “Take care of it for a bit. I’m going

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

coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention and made them fond of the dog,

“It is

someone purchase dog food from the store located downstairs.

Emergency calls only