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?”

“Sure, I’m nearby running some errands. I’ll swing by to pick it up. By the way, about Mr.

of hesitation lingered as she was not

said, “Mr. Hoffman went to the

this.”

“Thank you,

that, she smiled and headed out

she recalled that he had left afterward. In a seemingly Irrational move at the time, she had picked up a strand of his hair from the bed and kept it in her

it might seem somewhat absurd, the act was proving useful now.

cheerful look. However, Mary hesitated before speaking, as if she

anything unusual, Genevieve

presence awaited her in the living room.

came back out of the blue. He saw these things and insisted

made her way

and indifferent

curiosity.

with Genevieve at the door,

missing me like “I had no idea you were this crazy about me. Even when I was crazy? I called you once,

her profound love for him over a three–year journey served as undeniable proof.

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and guilt lingered

he had been utterly oblivious. There were times when he had

toward Genevieve.

in hand, her feelings for

not fathom how a minor setback could hinder her love for

raised her eyes with indifference, gazing at him without

her heart crumbled bit by

forgotten appeared before her as if seeking to expose her to be ridiculed. It shamelessly probed and mocked her past emotions, dismissing them as

gripped her heart as the waves of past feelings crashed upon

behavior toward her felt like a scalding slap in the face, seemingly

her body, attempting to suppress her

the air

Anthony scoffed. “I’ll give you a chance. Own up to your love for me, and

gradually, closing

her radiant features, a smile playing on his lips as he observed her deep in

of his lips as he abruptly stretched out his hand to wrap around her

resistance. Instead, she reached out and

Genevieve’s tender, sun–kissed skin before him. Unable to resist, he

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

guard by her move, Anthony instinctively retreated, but the pain in his

break his fall. He stared at her in