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?”

but she replied calmly, “Sure, I’m nearby running

as she was not eager to cross paths with

went to the

this.”

“Thank you, Mary.”

headed out with her car keys.

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

seem somewhat absurd, the act was proving useful now.

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

anything unusual, Genevieve

her surprise, an unexpected presence awaited her in the living room.

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

made her way

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

curiosity.

up, he locked eyes with Genevieve at 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

him with immense confidence. The detailed account of her profound love for him over a three–year journey served as undeniable proof. While Anthony could not hide his joy on

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guilt lingered

loved him deeply, and he had been utterly oblivious. There were

toward Genevieve.

in hand, her feelings

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

indifference, gazing at him without a hint of disruption.

within her, a corner of her heart crumbled

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

gripped her heart as the waves of

felt like a scalding slap in the face,

attempting to

in the air

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

advanced gradually, closing in on her step by

a smile playing on his lips as he observed her deep

out his hand to wrap around her

no resistance. Instead, she reached out and

tender, sun–kissed skin before him. Unable to

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

off guard by her move, Anthony instinctively retreated, but the pain

to break his fall. He stared at