Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

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The receptionist’s expression transformed into one of shock, struggling to contain her eye roll but evidently at a loss for words.

Genevieve, with an air of composure, raised her eyebrows, glanced cursorily at Lauraine, and exhaled a soft nigh. “Lauraine, If your heart yearns for him, follow it. There’s no one here to hinder you.”

Genevieve’s Implication was clear – Lauraine’s efforts to stir trouble were futile here, especially since it wasn’t Genevieve who was chasing after

Louls.

There were bodyguards outside the elevator, so Lauraine couldn’t get

Frustrated, Lauraine stamped her feet in dismay, helplessly watching Genevieve disappear into the elevator.

Feeling distraught, Lauraine dialed Anthony, her voice breaking into sobs. “Tony, is there something between Louls and Gen? What should I do now? Can you ensure Gen stays away from him?”

Anthony, always doting on his frail sister, was taken aback when he discovered her fondness for Louls.

He mused. “But perhaps, if Louis were with Lauraine, Genevieve might back off?

Anthony then consoled Lauraine with caution, “They’re just ordinary friends, Confronting Genevieve won’t help. Louis is the one showing interest In her. The issue lies with him.”

Lauraine declared, ‘I’ll confront him then!”

Before Anthony could respond, Lauraine abruptly ended the call.

Meanwhile, Genevieve handed Jasper Louis‘ business card, instructing him to personally deliver it to Hoffman Group.

While she couldn’t dictate the Hoffman family’s choices, she felt obligated to advise what was best for Frank and Margaret.

Anthony realized that Genevieve would remain neutral in their decision making.

As Jasper departed, Genevieve’s thoughts drifted to the conversation she heard in the coffee shop.

Puzzled, she felt overwhelmed by the complexity of the situation, unable to find a starting point.

‘A car accident… Genevieve pondered, sensing something amiss but unable to pinpoint it.

The following day, Selene’s call came through.

“Gen, Alden’s sugar baby is desperately trying to contact me, wanting a meeting. What do you reckon her motives are? Selene questioned.

stretching, “She’s either flaunting her influence or revealing her vulnerabilities.

There’s nothing between Aiden and L. If she’s so insecure,

sharpened as a thought struck her. “Best keep your distance. She’s more

retorted, “I’m no fool. Who does she think she is? Why would I hastily agree to meet her? I just find it rather amusing, the way these

act these

Genevieve sensed her disdain for Aiden

of the Campbell family’s troubles. They’re barely managing to keep themselves afloat, don’t entangle

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had been having a

in the hospital, Genevieve soon

defending her back then, knowing his closer bond with Aiden than with

it be a deadlock of

in mind, Genevieve freshened up and headed to her

the receptionist pointed to a woman in the lounge and informed, “Ms. Lawrence, that lady over there claims to be an acquaintance of yours.

the woman to be none

Genevieve’s eyes narrowed, her lips pursed. Without a second thought,

her.”

Lawrence, the receptionist replied.

timing for the visit seemed linked to the secret

days later, Genevieve

herself visiting Margaret, fortunate to catch her awake.

a brief visit but cautioned against disturbing or stimulating Margaret.

suffocating weight at the memory of the accident,

Margaret… Genevieve whispered softly.

and distant, slowly focused on Genevieve. She reached out to

a simple gesture had exhausted

relaxed and her

discomfort, hung her head low, her shoulders giving a slight, involuntary tremble. Emotions welled up inside her, bringing her to the brink of

on her shoulder, its touch light as a feather yet enveloping her in a familiar but distant calming cedar

to face Anthony, who

clad in an impeccably tailored black shirt that highlighted his elegant demeanor. Backlit perfectly, he appeared almost ethereal, as if he were encased in a halo of light that shimmered around

a brief moment, Genevieve found herself momentarily disoriented, the man before her blurring into the memory of

redness lingered, the remnants of unshed tears,

of strength or weakness, Genevieve’s beauty and temperament

as he spoke in a calm, low tone. “Don’t cry. I’ve made arrangements with Atharia’s research center.

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