Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 50

Anthony’s face darkened. The look in his eyes was pensive and gloomy. His hand, holding the apple, froze.

His eyebrows were furrowed, revealing a hint of reluctance.

Genevieve stared at the two people before her and chuckled. “Can you two do me a favor and discuss this matter outside? The sight of you two is dampening my enthusiasm.”

Anthony gave her a significant look, pursed his thin lips, and stood up.

He reached out to tuck Genevieve in and tried to brush her hair, but she turned her face sideways to dodge him.

She was slightly repulsed by his approach.

The corner of his mouth stiffened, and he stood up as if nothing had happened. His voice was calm as he spoke. “Wait a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Although Samson was not Austin’s son, Anthony couldn’t abandon Samson. After all, the latter’s existence might have value in finding the real Samson.

Looking at the bloodstained dagger in a transparent bag on the table, Rosalie’s eyes flashed and finally revealed a trace of

nervousness.

Her mother’s hysterical voice reverberated in her mind. “Destroy the dagger. That’s evidence. If I get caught, you can’t escape!”

Rosalie thought, ‘I can’t get caught!‘

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As soon as Anthony left, Genevieve got out of bed. She merely planned to take a break and didn’t plan to stay in the

hospital.

Lydia went over to support her, carefully avoiding her arms.

Rosalie remained rooted in her spot instead of leaving. She looked at Genevieve expressionlessly. “I heard you encountered danger, Ms. Lawrence. It’s such a pity you only suffered a superficial wound.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Lydia looked at her and said impolitely, “Do you even know how to engage in a conversation with others? If you don’t, just keep your mouth shut and pretend you’re a mute. You were just pretending like an innocent woman moments ago, so why are you keeping up that pretentious demeanor now?”

Lydia, a newly graduated intern who hadn’t gained sufficient worldly experience, spoke straightforwardly, yet Genevieve was relieved after listening to the former’s speech.

Genevieve arched her eyebrows and sneered but didn’t get angry.

Genevieve knew very well that Rosalie desperately wished she was dead. Eyes filled with a cold look, Genevieve gazed at Rosalie with a half–smile and said, “Rosalie, I hope you can keep up your current demeanor for the rest of your life!”

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not beg me for mercy in the future

saying that, Genevieve left the room with

from Jeffrey, who learned from Jasper that she had been injured and was

her phone to the balcony and answered it.

Rosalie

came back

had completed the discharge procedures, and Genevieve was also done

of them were heading out when

you leaving now? I’ll

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her to stay longer, but the coolness

and it would also be

be necessary. I have enough people helping me. I wouldn’t dare to trouble you, Mr. Hoffman. I have called the police. The police will be here soon.

accident!”

already walking toward

slightly and went into the ward

facial expression was pale and grim. The dagger in his hand had been wiped clean.

suppress his emotions, Anthony croaked, “Who touched the dagger? The fingerprints on

three people outside the elevator were stunned.

been in the room the whole

evidence is gone and there is no hope of catching

room for a while before she left: She must have done it!”

shocked, not

to her senses. She thought,

suspecting my subordinates.

of us, we wouldn’t have chased

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glanced at her with a complicated look in

veins in his arms bulged, and then he turned and went to Rosalie’s ward.

water with lingering fear in her chest when she heard the door to her ward being abruptly.and forcefully

She was startled.

hint of nervousness laced her delighted facial

on the table and said coldly,

What have I done?” Rosalie quickly calmed down

with rage. His voice was frosty as he spoke. “You used alcohol to wipe away the fingerprints on the dagger. There was a surveillance camera in that room.

it. I did it. The nurse told