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?”

replied calmly, “Sure, I’m nearby running some errands. I’ll swing by to

she was not eager to cross

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

this.”

“Thank you, Mary.”

and headed out with her car keys.

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

might seem somewhat absurd, the act was

with a cheerful look. However, Mary hesitated before speaking, as if she had something on her

anything unusual, Genevieve nodded before heading inside.

awaited

came back out of the blue. He saw these things and insisted he’d wait for you here.”

hurriedly made

a suit. Despite his commanding and indifferent presence,

curiosity.

he locked eyes with Genevieve at the door,

me like “I had no idea you were this crazy about me. Even when I was

immense confidence. The detailed account of her profound love for him over a three–year journey served

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and guilt lingered within him.

oblivious. There were times when

toward Genevieve.

this diary in hand, her feelings for him

minor setback could hinder her love for him, a reality

eyes with indifference, gazing at him without a

her, a corner of her heart crumbled bit

forgotten appeared before her as if seeking to expose her to be ridiculed. It shamelessly probed and mocked her past

familiar pain gripped her heart as the waves

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

tensed her body, attempting

in the air seemed to solidify.

me has driven you mad,” Anthony scoffed. “I’ll give you a chance. Own

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

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

out his hand to wrap

she reached out

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

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

Anthony instinctively retreated, but the pain in his legs caused him

to break his fall. He stared at her in