Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Anthony paced the floor, restless as a panther on the loose, his entire being shrouded in ominous chill. Johnson scrambled to his feet from the ground, his trembling hands clutching the blanket to his body. “Mr. Hoffman, what are you doing?”

Anthony’s bodyguards stood ready, not showing any sign of leaving. Anthony approached step by step, terrifyingly like a demon straight out of hell.

Gripping Johnson by the hair, Anthony’s eyes were undisguised in their fury, his voice deep and icy as he said, “Where’s Genevieve?”

Johnson panicked for a moment and said, “I… I don’t know! Why would I know where Ms. Lawrence is?”

Daniel stepped forward and cut him off, “The security cameras caught you sticking a signal jammer on Ms. Lawrence’s phone. She came looking for you. After she got off the elevator on the sixth floor, she disappeared. Where are you hiding her?”

Johnson’s face turned a shade paler and he shook his head vigorously, “I didn’t, you can search all you want. I’ve been with my secretary the entire time!”

The crying woman in the bed was his secretary.

With a look from Anthony, Daniel had the bodyguards start to search the room, paying no mind to the naked secretary.

Johnson swallowed hard, his face still laced with shock and fear. “M–Mr. Hoffman! I haven’t congratulated you on your engagement yet.”

Anthony’s gaze grew even colder as he tightened his grip and smashed Johnson’s head against the corner of the bed.

“Aaah-“Johnson screamed in pain as Anthony held fast to his hair, his expression severe. “Who told you I got engaged today, huh?”

Johnson trembled violently. “It’s your fiancée, Ms. Thomson!”

A dark glint passed through Anthony’s eyes, “So, it was her who had you set up Genevieve?”

Johnson’s eyes widened and he began to shake his head fiercely, “No, no, no, it really wasn’t me, I swear, Mr. Hoffman!”

He was already regretting it, but even in regret, he dared not reveal the truth. If Anthony cared. about Genevieve, revealing the truth would only make things worse for him. It was better to bite down hard and never admit to anything.

no stone unturned and even checking the adjacent rooms,

a surge of rage, he slammed Johnson’s head into the corner of the bed again. This time, blood

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pressed on with a frosty tone, “Stop pretending, I know it was you. Hand her over. You owe billions in gambling debts; I

That cold. penetrating stare was too much to bear–it seemed to strip bare all his lies and deceit.

with his dilemma, but ultimately

a mess, Johnson denied, “I honestly don’t know

is!”

as he abruptly stood up and spoke

of the bodyguards stepped forward, sealed Johnson’s screaming

look over the woman on the bed; he patted his hands together as if he’d

know anything! He told me to book two rooms. I was waiting for him in the

turned to leave, making his way

pools in the night, and his voice brooded darkly, “No one gets up on this floor. Search every room, one

“Understood.”

sky. But his initial excitement was gone, replaced by a

arrived, Johnson’s mad antics came to

Genevieve’s hands with a ready rope and gagged her mouth,

the window.

the whole process, she was too weak

cruise ship was designed to taper upward, which meant no

consciousness. However, the delayed searing pain, combined, with the chill from the wind blowing against her shaky frame, slowly brought back some of her strength.