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.

searching the room, leaving no stone unturned and even checking the adjacent rooms, they found nothing. Daniel’s face grew grim as he

he slammed Johnson’s head into the corner of

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room, and his face turned deathly pale as Anthony, unapologetically stern, pressed on with a frosty tone, “Stop pretending, I know it was you. Hand her over. You owe billions in gambling debts; I will clear them for you. If you don’t cough her up, don’t wait for this cruise

trembled violently. He could feel Anthony’s intense protectiveness towards Genevieve. That cold. penetrating stare was too much to bear–it seemed to strip bare all

his dilemma, but ultimately he

Johnson denied, “I honestly don’t know where Ms. Lawrence

is!”

and spoke in a low, ominous tone, “Throw

forward, sealed Johnson’s screaming mouth with duct. tape, then they hauled

on the bed; he patted his hands together as if he’d touched something filthy. “And what about you? Want

anymore. She scurried down, pleading and in tears, “I don’t know anything! He told me to book two rooms. I was waiting for him in the next one. He dragged me over

and turned to leave,

night, and his voice brooded darkly, “No one

“Understood.”

brightly in the night sky. But his initial excitement was gone, replaced by a growing unease.

Johnson’s mad antics

seemed he had a strong sense of alertness but wasn’t about to let her go. He tied Genevieve’s hands with a ready rope and

the window.

whole process, she was too weak to

room led to nowhere outside–the cruise ship was designed to taper upward, which meant no one from outside would spot Genevieve

the delayed searing pain, combined, with the chill from the wind blowing against her shaky frame,