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?”

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

hesitation lingered as she was

said, “Mr. Hoffman went to the company early

this.”

“Thank

that, she smiled and headed out with her car keys.

Anthony, she recalled that he had left afterward. In a seemingly Irrational move at the time, she had picked

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 if she had something

unusual, Genevieve nodded

awaited her in

blue. He saw

she hurriedly made her way out.

in a suit. Despite his commanding and indifferent presence, his eyes betrayed

curiosity.

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

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

detailed account of her profound love for him over a three–year journey

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guilt lingered

had been utterly oblivious. There

toward Genevieve.

in hand, her feelings for him

a minor setback could hinder her love

at him without a

within her, a corner of her heart crumbled bit

had deliberately hidden and forgotten appeared before her as if seeking to expose her to be ridiculed. It shamelessly

her heart as the waves of past

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

tensed her body, attempting

in the 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,

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

of his lips as he abruptly stretched out his hand to wrap around her voluptuous waist, pulling her

made no resistance. Instead, she reached out and hugged

sun–kissed skin

kick, placing one foot on

move, Anthony instinctively retreated, but the pain in

his fall. He stared at her