Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 93

Selene instantly came to her senses. She was not the kind of person who would swallow her anger and suffer in silence. Without saying a word, she rushed forward and kicked his lower body hard.

ler movement was

Seizing the moment when Duncan was in too much pain to speak, she immediately slapped him in the face. Her swift and decisive.

Selene touched her face and said provocatively, “How dare you hit me? I will make you pay!”

Duncan was so angry that he broke out in a sweat on his forehead. He reacted and looked at them fiercely. “None of you are leaving

today.

He grabbed Genevieve’s wrist tightly and tried to drag her into the next room.

Trailing behind Duncan, Selene punched and kicked him but the damage she was causing was insignificant to a man.

No matter how Genevieve resisted, Duncan refused to let go.

However, the next second, Duncan felt a tremendous amount of pressure behind him. Someone kicked Duncan in the back, causing the latter to bump into the door frame next to him subconsciously

Seeing that Genevieve was about to be dragged down by him, the newcomer suddenly reached out to pull her back.

The next second, she fell into a familiar yet simultaneously strange embrace. The calming fragrance caught her off guard.

She thought, ‘Didn’t he leave early with Andrea? Why did he show up here?”

When she looked up, Anthony’s grim expression entered her vision. Without any hesitation, he kicked Duncan again before the latter

could see who he was.

Anthony gave off a domineering and unwavering aura, sending chills down the spines of others around him. A ferocious and cold look filled his gaze.

His demeanor was utterly different from Duncan’s bluffing mien.

c like a

When compared to Anthony, Duncan was like a useless child, rendered powerless to retaliate.

Just then, the owner of the clubhouse had heard the commotion, and hurried over. “What’s going on? Mr. Hoffman…”

After he took one glance downward, the clubhouse’s owner’s facial expression changed drastically.

Selene walked up to him angrily. “This fat bastard was trying to take advantage of us and even beat us. Get someone to drive him

away. Il call the police!”

Duncan, lying on the ground, had already been beaten into a pulp.

in agony on the

the clubhouse’s owner heard about reporting the incident to the police,

Selene, then

anything but turned to stare intently

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smile and said, “Since Mr. Hoffman has already taught him a

and understood what

felt aggrieved to let that matter slide just like

clubhouse’s owner looked

and took out her phone

snatched from her hand before she could make the

a hoarse voice, Tm right here. Who else do you want to ask for help?”

been waiting for her to speak up. Hasn’t she noticed?‘

looked at the clubhouse’s owner. He sneered and uttered in a cold and threatening voice, “Call

once.

didn’t dare to

Mr. Hoffman. I’ll do it right away. This

as if she was deliberately keeping

her taking the initiative to send him the pictures, he couldn’t help but

you send Ms. Thomson away?”

Thomson?” Anthony looked puzzled

for a few seconds and realized he really

as she thought, ‘If it wasn’t he who brought Andrea away, who

and asked, “Are

thought, ‘What kind of extraordinary

from her hand. He couldn’t help curling his lips and smiling. “Let’s go. You’re

and was about to refuse when Selene, intoxicated, couldn’t help but fall asleep on her

helplessly. She thought, I’m afraid it’s too late to call the driver now. I can only trouble Anthony

elevator button while Genevieve supported Selene to get into the elevator.

The night fell.

from drunkenness. Otherwise, she would’ve flipped out after having endured the slap to her

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MMM

while Genevieve and Selene sat in the

does she live?” he asked.

before answering. “She stays at my

displeased. He thought, That’s so inconvenient if she’s also staying there

didn’t say

the stairs. Anthony trailed behind them,

lay his hand on

relief after exiting the room. Then, she noticed

in the living room and poured himself a glass of

still