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?”

calmly, “Sure, I’m nearby running

as she was not

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

this.”

replied, “Thank

smiled and headed

seemingly Irrational move at the time, she had picked up a strand of his hair

it might seem somewhat absurd, the act

of the mansion, Mary greeted her with a cheerful look. However, Mary hesitated before speaking, as if she

unusual, Genevieve nodded

an unexpected presence awaited

out of the blue. He saw

that, she hurriedly made her way

Despite his commanding and

curiosity.

with Genevieve at the

me. Even when I was crazy? I called you once,

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

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lingered within

oblivious. There were times when he had even acted coldly

toward Genevieve.

hand, her

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

raised her eyes with indifference, gazing at

corner of her heart crumbled bit by bit.

seeking to expose her to be ridiculed. It shamelessly probed

her heart as the waves of past feelings crashed

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

attempting

air seemed to

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

figure advanced gradually, closing in on her step by step.

radiant features, a smile playing on his lips as he observed her deep in silent contemplation. An uneasy itch

abruptly stretched out his hand to wrap around her voluptuous waist, pulling her irresistibly close to him.

Instead, she reached out

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

pushed him away and delivered a kick, placing one foot on his calf and the other on his knee, all in one fluid, decisive

but

there to break his fall. He stared at her in disbelief.