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?”

nearby running some errands. I’ll swing by to pick

hesitation lingered as she was not

to the company early this morning.

this.”

“Thank you,

she smiled and headed

night of her first intimacy with Anthony, 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

the act was proving

with a cheerful look. However, Mary hesitated before speaking,

Genevieve nodded before heading inside.

surprise, an unexpected presence awaited her in the

of the blue. He saw these things and insisted he’d wait

made her way

commanding and indifferent

curiosity.

glanced up, he locked eyes with Genevieve at the door, closed the

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

for him over a three–year journey served as undeniable proof. While Anthony could not hide his joy on the surface, a

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lingered

utterly oblivious. There

toward Genevieve.

this diary in hand, her

fathom how a minor setback could hinder her love for him, a reality

gazing at

her heart

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

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

toward her felt like a scalding slap in the face, seemingly intended to humiliate

her body, attempting to suppress her emotions.

air seemed to

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

stood up. Anthony’s imposing figure advanced gradually, closing in on her

smile playing on his lips as he observed her deep in silent contemplation. An uneasy itch began

at the bottom of his lips as he abruptly stretched out his hand to wrap around

made no resistance. Instead, she reached out and hugged his waist.

skin before him. Unable to resist, he lowered his head

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

Anthony instinctively retreated, but the pain in his legs

a couch was right there to break his fall. He stared