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

to meet Linda’s

shoulder in a reassuring manner, and stood

here? If not, who asked her to help me?” Genevieve pondered, staring at the small

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

upstairs, she remained in the living room, feigning interest in a

wasn’t long before the

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

undeniable; her heart fluttered painfully with

the floor, Genevieve’s

to the frantic voices around her. Yet, she could see the

black Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though whether from

comfort her as the car sped away, but the

as though the driver had made a desperate attempt to regain control by slapping the steering wheel and jamming the

was swired into

pierced the air with a frantic scream, urgently calling for help. Simultaneously, the driver

by its unique license plate.

drove straight ahead and crashed

Louis‘ car from the myriad others. His expulsion from Fallon

his toil in

undeniable evidence in his possession, he

relationship with Austin, his stepson, had always

sever ties with Austin, suggesting they send him to the Hoffman family

David and allied with the real Louis, aiming to thwart David at every

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

by rage, David accelerated

resonated as flames erupted and smoke billowed into the sky, dyeing it

chaos, the car harboring Genevieve merged seamlessly into

their narrow escape. They reached out to Louis, only to

observing the scene unfold from a nearby high–rise, was enveloped in a shroud of

go. I’ve dealt with David myself, on

ended the call, tears streamed down her face, one after the

the years, under Austin’s watchful eye, she had led a life of comfort and

get his hands

from the

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