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?”

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

hesitation lingered as she was not

said, “Mr. Hoffman went to the company early this morning. He’s not aware of

this.”

“Thank you, Mary.”

that, she smiled and headed out with

her first intimacy with Anthony, she recalled that he had left afterward. In a seemingly Irrational move at the

somewhat absurd, the act was proving

Mary greeted her with a cheerful look. However, Mary hesitated before

unusual, Genevieve nodded before heading inside.

unexpected presence awaited her in the living

“Mr. Hoffman came back out of the blue. He saw

made her way out.

commanding and indifferent presence, his eyes betrayed

curiosity.

he glanced up, he locked eyes with Genevieve at the door, closed the diary in his hand,

when I was crazy? I called you once, and you were too excited to sleep?” Anthony remarked, casually

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

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lingered

had been utterly oblivious. There

toward Genevieve.

in hand, her

hinder her

her eyes with indifference, gazing at him without a hint

within her, a corner of her heart crumbled

her as if seeking to expose her to be ridiculed.

familiar pain gripped her heart as the waves of past

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

tensed her body, attempting to suppress her emotions.

chill in the air seemed

you admit it? Genevieve, 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

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

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

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

made no resistance. Instead, she reached

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

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

her move, Anthony instinctively retreated, but the pain in his legs

break his fall. He