Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 161

Perhaps Louis might never return to confront Genevieve’s false display of affection, or perhaps the unexpected expose by David brought him a plethora of troubles to navigate.

Genevieve, for her part, lingered on the balcony late into the night.

Following the expose, she found herself utterly devoid of any leverage. This realization instilled a sense of insecurity within her.

The days seemed to blur together, with two passing by in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Genevieve remained in the dark about the world beyond the manor’s walls.

The servants kept their conversations with her strictly to the topic of meals.

Louis‘ absence became a constant, leaving Genevieve grappling with a growing sense of unease.

The dawn of the third day brought with it the arrival of Linda.

Taking in Genevieve’s noticeably diminished figure, Linda couldn’t help but sympathize.

It was unclear to Genevieve whether Linda was privy to Louis‘ true identity. Nonetheless, Linda chose to remain

silent on the matter.

‘Louis is quite pitiful, isn’t he?‘ she thought.

Linda pursed her lips before saying, “Gen, I’ve been sent to check up on you. Are you sure you don’t want to

stay?”

Genevieve’s response was a shake of her head.

Linda was not surprised. Instead, she offered a comforting smile as she tenderly bru aside a strand of

Genevieve’s hair.

From her bag, Linda produced a minuscule cube, no larger than a fingernail, and discreetly filled it with a

substance.

“This,” Linda began, “is a special medication designed to induce an acute heart attack. When they take you to the hospital, a car will be waiting for you.

freedom was to extricate herself from

eyes lifting to meet Linda’s as a myriad of emotions flitted across her

smiled warmly, patted Genevieve’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, and

help me?” Genevieve pondered, staring at the small cube in her

morning, after breakfast and under the cover of the servant’s inattention, she

the living room, feigning interest

long before the medication’s effects manifested.

her chest. Her complexion turned deathly pale in moments. As she collapsed, clutching

heart fluttered painfully with each

up on the floor, Genevieve’s

deaf to the frantic voices around her. Yet, she could see the butler making a call,

being ushered into a black Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though whether from pain or emotion,

as the car sped away, but the relentless pain was beyond

though the driver had made a desperate attempt to regain control by slapping

sharply, and without warning, Genevieve was swired into

a servant’s voice pierced the air with a frantic scream, urgently calling for help. Simultaneously, the driver and bodyguards leaped from the black Lincoln, determined

Lincoln was distinguished by its

ahead and crashed into the

the myriad

his toil

evidence in his possession, he had been stripped

with Austin, his stepson, had always been

they send him to the Hoffman family

and allied with the real Louis, aiming to

meticulously orchestrated what was to be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet, in his eyes, it was

vision blurred by rage, David accelerated toward the Lincoln.

erupted and smoke billowed into the sky, dyeing it a sinister

car harboring Genevieve merged seamlessly

in shock, grateful for their narrow escape. They reached out to Louis, only to be met with a busy signal.

the scene unfold from a nearby high–rise, was enveloped

dealt with David myself, on

she ended the call, tears streamed down her

under Austin’s watchful eye, she had led a life of comfort and lu and grime

how could she get his

from the

had planted her people in the company and was well aware of the truths that Louis had confided in