Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 342

Lucas, understanding Bill’s intent, got the message.

Bill, affected by this incident, felt guilt and affection towards Robbin.

He nodded without saying much more.

“Also, Ms. Lawrence was frightened today. Prepare a gift to soothe her a bit. We can discuss the rest later,” Bill said gravely, realizing his concern for Genevieve had surpassed his attention to Robbin.

So, Robbin taking a bullet for him brought a sense of unbearable shame to him as a father.

Lucas nodded. “Father, please go back. The house needs calming too. I’ll handle things here.”

Bill agreed and stood up, addressing the others, “Let’s go back. Lucas has handled things well. Let’s give him a chance to gain some experience.”

They left the hospital in a grand procession.

The brightly lit Simpson Manor was eerily silent.

The servants, clueless about the events, watched as a group entered and turned Carrie’s room upside down.

Her belongings and clothes were thrown on the floor and then taken away for disposal, leaving only the items in the safe.

Bill and the rest entered the scene.

A trembling servant reported, “We’ve cleaned up most of it, Mr. Simpson, but we can’t open the safe.”

Someone next to Bill glanced over and sneered. “That’s easy, Alex is our man for this, let him handle it!”

Following that, a call was made.

Alex, responsible for the manor’s security and having skipped Bill’s birthday banquet without knowing the day’s events, rushed in half–dressed.

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“Mr. Simpson, Wyatt.” He was astonished at the mess. “What happened here?”

“Just tell us if you can open the safe,” urged Wyatt.

Alex frowned. “Is there a lock I can’t pick? Twenty years back, I almost got wanted for my lock–picking skills.”

nor I will

his eyes at him, easily seeing through Wyatt’s

was indeed not the

forward with a master key. “Let’s see then. I’ll show you ! haven’t lost my touch. Truth be told, despite retiring my lock–picking days, my skills haven’t dulled one

ear close to the safe, listening

an ordinary safe. What could be inside, using such a cheap

key, a “click” sound signaled the safe

them. “How about that?”

about to check the contents, Alex turned

him

“Alex,

I could open it, but actually opening it without permission? No can

to live a clean life, didn’t

Wyatt exchanged looks,

white–faced with anger, kicked

password and asked

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it’s Mr. Simpson’s? I’ll

he quickly opened it

take out the items inside, some jewelry, a few confidential documents, and

out from among the

picked it up, squinting as he looked at

looks

it to

photo, Bill’s

head. “Isn’t this the fiancée

hadn’t forgotten the girl he

photo, a sharp pang hitting his

once again became clear.

had been twenty years without seeing that woman, causing his memories to

he was reminded of the person in his

knew Genevieve wasn’t her.

photo that his

was her.

about not having

My photos left.

trombled

of hitter emotion welled up inside

was usually reserved and controlled, but