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?”

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

hesitation lingered as she was not eager to cross paths with Anthony.

to the company early this morning.

this.”

replied, “Thank

and headed out with

a seemingly Irrational move at the time, she had picked up a strand of his hair from the bed and kept it in her diary.

it might seem somewhat absurd, the act was

arrived at the gate of the mansion, Mary greeted her with a cheerful look. However, Mary hesitated before speaking, as

unusual, Genevieve nodded before heading

unexpected presence awaited her in the living room.

trailing behind, explained, “Mr. Hoffman came back out of the blue. He saw these things and

she hurriedly made her way out.

commanding and indifferent presence, his eyes betrayed a hint

curiosity.

the door, closed the diary in his hand, and smiled.

“I 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 emotions written

her profound love for him over a three–year journey served

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guilt lingered

oblivious. There

toward Genevieve.

diary in hand, her feelings for him

could hinder her love for him, a reality he adamantly rejected.

indifference, gazing at him

her heart crumbled bit

to be ridiculed. It shamelessly probed and mocked her past emotions,

as the waves of past feelings crashed upon

like a scalding slap in the face,

her body, attempting to suppress her emotions.

air

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

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

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

as he abruptly stretched out his hand

no resistance. Instead, she reached

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

one foot

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

right there to break his fall. He stared