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.

wasn’t space for

encountered something in Atharia and is currently being cared for there, so

when she

changed instantly. “Genevieve?”

so anxious that she

glanced back with

at Quincey, her eyes devoid of any

and looked around. “Where

talk, the golden retriever puppy rushed out of its bed, stepped on Genevieve’s

felt disdain when he saw the dog

and picked it

she mistook this dirty dog for a stray dog, but it was actually a furry little golden retriever. It was

adorable.

brightened, casting away the gloom she had

was still a bit shocked and

her

Genevieve a forced smile with a mere glance. “Ms. Lawrence, do you still love my son and have even moved into his house

Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are you so

went straight to the

and followed her without

say that I

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

loudly, nearly hitting Anthony in

looked at Quincey with a

pretending the incident hadn’t occurred. Yet, a trace

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

here less often.”

that even he couldn’t stand them, and neither

likely experiencing profound distress within her marriage to the Hoffman family.

turned

she could finish her words, Anthony slammed the door and

was already

night, she chose a sports car before going out for a drink. However, the moment

thunderous voice induced a pounding headache

off, her discomfort shielded her from noticing the darkness

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

and slowed down, worried it might jump out of the car.

heart and believed it was fate to form

headed straight to the

would be leaving soon, and she had many responsibilities to

in her office with clean

and instructed, “Take care of it for a bit. I’m

cast a glance at her, still dressed in yesterday’s attire. Without uttering another

knocking over coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention and made them fond

“It is hungry!”

purchase dog food from the

Emergency calls only