Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 23

Genevieve lingered for a moment before quickly clicking on the webpage.

The headline that dominated the morning news contered around the video of “Unspoken Rules,” even featuring George’s social media update from last night.

In stark contrast, the latter’s updates had turned into a downright joke.

Celebrities who initially came to his defense had now deleted their posts, choosing to stay silent on the matter.

Meanwhile, the comment section had become the epicenter of noise, with an eager audience anticipating the unfolding drama.

One commented: [Kindness sure is often taken advantage of. Are you even human? I’d say you’re more of an Inhumane creature instead!]

Another netizen wrote: [The person who knelt down and endured alcohol being thrown at him must be psychologically scarred. He needs to quit the entertainment Industry!]

Another one commented: [This sissy acts better than most actors. He should’ve been kicked out of the entertainment industry long ago. Genevieve’s definitely a tough one to fire you as soon as she took over!]

Another comment showered praise on Genevieve that stated: [My admiration for Genevieve is on the rise. Who wouldn’t love a woman who is beautiful, kind, and just like her?]

Without delving too deeply, Selene’s voice came through on the phone. She asked, “Did you hear? Anthony bought the top trending spot. He’s planning to leave that video up for three days, trying to mess up George’s reputation. Do you think he’s doing it for you?”

Genevieve frowned slightly. Hearing that name unsettled her.

Her lips lifted into a grin, and she let out a cold chuckle..

“Nah, he’s just distancing himself from the matter to save his own skin. Everyone knows George’s under him, Genevieve remarked.

With a disapproving sound, Selene scoffed and cursed, ‘This scumbag!”

After ending the call, Genevieve tossed her phone aside and went to freshen up.

The whole George debacle barely registered in her mind.

Instead, she was preoccupied with a more urgent matter–how to get a hold of Anthony’s blood or hair.

As Genevieve was about to leave, her phone rang.

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It was Mary, the housekeeper at the new mansion.

She hesitated briefly before picking up.

Mary’s voice came through. She said, “Mrs. Hoffman, I was cleaning up and stumbled upon a box with your personal belongings in the study. It seems to be a diary or something. Do you want to come and get it?”

a beat, but she replied calmly, “Sure, I’m nearby running some errands. I’ll swing by to pick

hint of hesitation lingered as she was not eager to cross paths

to the company early this morning. He’s not aware

this.”

“Thank you,

smiled and headed out with her

he had left afterward. In a seemingly Irrational move at the time, she had picked up a strand of his hair from

it might seem somewhat absurd, the

arrived at the gate of the mansion, Mary greeted her with a cheerful look.

of anything unusual, Genevieve nodded before heading

an unexpected presence awaited her in the living

“Mr. Hoffman came back out of the blue. He saw these things and insisted he’d wait for

that, she hurriedly made her

his commanding and indifferent presence, his eyes betrayed

curiosity.

the door, closed

had no idea you were this crazy about me. Even when I was crazy? I called you once, and you were too excited to sleep?” Anthony remarked, casually reading out her

a three–year journey served as undeniable proof. While Anthony could

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lingered

utterly oblivious. There were times when he had even acted coldly

toward Genevieve.

hand, her feelings for

could not fathom how a minor setback could hinder her love for him, a reality he adamantly

at

of her

seeking to expose her to be ridiculed. It shamelessly probed and

swift and familiar pain gripped her heart as the waves of past

High and mighty behavior toward her felt like a scalding slap in the face, seemingly intended

her body, attempting to suppress her

air

your love for me has driven you mad,” Anthony scoffed. “I’ll give you a chance. Own up to your love for me, and I’ll let you be my wife again,” he added.

advanced gradually, closing in on her step

lips as he observed her deep in silent contemplation. An uneasy itch

abruptly stretched out his

reached out

tender, sun–kissed skin before him. Unable to

pushed him away and delivered a kick, placing one foot on his calf and the other

off guard by her move, Anthony instinctively retreated, but the pain in his legs caused him

right there to break his