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.

adjacent rooms, they found

head into the corner of the bed again. This time, blood started

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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 to dock. I’ll have you swimming with the

cold. penetrating stare was too much to bear–it seemed to strip bare all

dilemma, but ultimately he didn’t dare to

his body quaking in a mess, Johnson denied, “I honestly don’t

is!”

abruptly stood up and spoke in a low, ominous tone, “Throw him overboard.”

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

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

“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 here. I didn’t see Ms. Lawrence when I

withdrew his gaze and turned to leave, making his

his eyes were like pools in the night, and his voice brooded darkly, “No

“Understood.”

But his initial excitement was

antics

to let her go. He tied Genevieve’s hands with a ready rope and gagged her mouth, then in a rush, he hung her over the railing outside

the window.

the whole process, she was too weak to

no one from

freak, had whipped Genevieve into a foggy consciousness. However, the delayed searing pain, combined, with the chill from the wind blowing against her shaky frame, slowly brought