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

hint of hesitation lingered as she was not eager to

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

this.”

replied, “Thank you,

and headed out with her car

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

the act was proving

mansion, Mary greeted her with a cheerful look. However, Mary hesitated before speaking, as if

anything unusual, Genevieve nodded

her surprise, an unexpected presence awaited her in

“Mr. Hoffman came back out of the blue.

she hurriedly made

his commanding and indifferent presence, his eyes betrayed a hint of

curiosity.

with Genevieve at the door, closed the diary in his

on a business trip, were you missing me like “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?”

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

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lingered within him.

utterly oblivious. There were times when he had

toward Genevieve.

with this diary in hand, her feelings

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

at him without a hint

her heart crumbled bit by

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

as

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

her body, attempting to suppress

chill in the air seemed

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

gradually, closing in on her step

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

out his hand to wrap around her voluptuous

no resistance. Instead, she reached

skin before him. Unable to resist, he lowered his head to kiss

kick, placing one foot on his calf and the other on his knee, all in one

off guard by her move, Anthony instinctively retreated, but

his fall. He stared at her in