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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thought, ‘You better not beg me for mercy in the

Genevieve left the room with Lydia.

she had been injured and was so worried that

the

after, Rosalie

back quickly.

procedures, and Genevieve was also done

three of them were heading out when they bumped into Anthony.

“Are you leaving now? I’ll take

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coolness of her manner made him

conditions were much better than at the hospital, and it would also be more convenient for him to visit her.

Mr. Hoffman. I have called the police. The police will be here

accident!”

spoke, she was already

went into the ward to take the dagger away for examination.

his facial expression was pale and

“Who touched

three people outside the elevator

could something that had been in the room

particularly gloomy. She thought, ‘That means the evidence is gone and there is no hope of catching

suddenly remembered. “That’s right! That woman was in the room for a while before she left:

slightly shocked,

spot, returning to her senses. She thought, ‘Judging by his reaction, he seems to be

suspecting my subordinates.

said indifferently, “If it were the three of us, we wouldn’t have

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her with a complicated look in his eyes.

arms bulged, and then he turned and went

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

She was startled.

of nervousness laced her delighted facial

threw the dagger on the table and said

have I done?” Rosalie quickly calmed down and stood there with an

was taut and contorted with rage. His voice was frosty as he spoke. “You used alcohol to wipe away the fingerprints on the dagger. There was a

said as calmly as possible, “I admit it. I did it. The nurse told me that it would be cleaner to sterilize with alcohol. This knife is so dirty, and I just want to