Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 172

Genevieve slept so well that she didn’t take the servant’s hangover remedy.

Consequently, upon awakening the following day, she experienced a sensation of dizziness and a slight headache, leaving her feeling under the weather.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden sheen over the mural.

She gazed at the mural, a sense of familiarity washing over her.

After pondering briefly, a sudden recollection struck her, prompting her to sit up immediately.

She drank with Selene and Emilio last night.

“Why am I here?” she wondered.

She massaged her forehead, looking around. A blend of nostalgia and alienation welled up within her, sparking a profound sense of resistance.

She had unpleasant memories of this place, reminding her of how stupid she was.

She glanced down at her attire, frowning.

Fortunately, she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

After changing her clothes in the cloakroom, Genevieve immediately went downstairs.

She wanted to leave immediately but didn’t expect that she would see Quincey here.

At that same time, Anthony sat across from Quincey downstairs.

His demeanor was relaxed and subtly elegant, maintaining his characteristic aura.

Quincey tried to hide her anger from Anthony, but her complaint showed she was unhappy. “Who told you about Daniel? Is Kenneth not doing a good job? If he fails to meet expectations, I’ll find you an alternative until you’re completely satisfied. Daniel is too conceited and always makes decisions alone, so it’s better to replace him.”

Without changing his expression, Anthony took a sip of his coffee and spoke in an indifferent tone. “Daniel is skilled and has worked with me for three years, so don’t interfere in these small issues.”

The last sentence offended Quincey. She pondered, ‘Don’t interfere in these small issues? Doesn’t it imply that he knew Kenneth was the one I had arranged?!

Quincey felt a tightness in her chest and a surge of frustration,

Before the accident, Anthony had disregarded her advice, remaining indifferent to her.

Quincey thought she could control him after he lost his memory.

In just a matter of days, Anthony rapidly gained Influence. Whenever she reached out too eagerly, he would consistently and unmercifully thwart her efforts.

Quincey lost once more.

I’ll no

She paused and then took a deep breath. “Well, since you’ve made it clear that this is what you want, longer intervene. But when will you fetch Andrea back from Atharia? The Thomson family keeps asking me why she was left there alone.”

Quincey thought of Andrea, which led her to think of Genevieve as well.

more annoyed and

simply wasn’t space for excessive contemplation at that moment.

spoke in a hushed tone. “She encountered something in Atharia

asked nervously but stopped when she noticed a pretty woman with

expression changed

so anxious that

this, Anthony glanced back with a warm and gentle expression.

her eyes devoid of any emotion.

looked

retriever puppy rushed out of its bed, stepped on Genevieve’s feet, and rubbed its fluffy

when he saw the

bent down and picked

it was actually a furry little

adorable.

slightly brightened, casting away the gloom she had felt

and pointed at Genevieve.

as rude. Yet, Genevieve’s true identity compelled her to hold back the sarcastic remark she was tempted to make.

a mere glance. “Ms. Lawrence, do you still love my son and have

first, but because Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are you so self–centered,

went straight

pursed his lips and followed her

she say that I made her lose

resist responding with sharp sarcasm. “Anthony is engaged now. Don’t

nearly hitting Anthony in the face.

Quincey with a gloomy

nonchalantly, pretending the incident hadn’t occurred. Yet, a trace of fear toward Anthony lingered within her.

heart. He gathered the garments beside him and uttered,

here less often.”

he couldn’t stand them, and neither could Genevieve.

distress within her marriage to the Hoffman

turned

she could finish her words, Anthony slammed the

he stepped outside, Genevieve was already starting the car.

a sports car before going out for a drink. However, the moment she sat in it today,

induced a pounding

noticing the darkness and stern expression that had taken over

retriever in the passenger seat stood up and faced the wind, its fur blowing back as it excitedly

glanced at it and slowed down, worried it might jump out

feeling in her heart and believed it was fate

going home, she headed

had many responsibilities to take on, but there was limited time.

with clean clothes, which was

soon as she arrived, she handed the golden retriever to Jasper and instructed, “Take care of it for a bit. I’m going to change my clothes.”

her, still dressed in yesterday’s attire. Without uttering another word, he nodded

like chewing papers and knocking over coffee cups, captured everyone’s

ultimately realized. “It is hungry!”

he requested that someone purchase dog food