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.

she felt more

there simply wasn’t space for excessive contemplation at

in a hushed tone. “She encountered something in Atharia and is currently being cared

asked nervously but stopped when she noticed a pretty woman with mesmerizing eyes coming

changed instantly. “Genevieve?”

was so anxious that she couldn’t think.

this, Anthony glanced back with a warm and

at Quincey, her eyes devoid

walked straight down and looked around. “Where

talk, the golden retriever puppy rushed out of its bed,

felt disdain when he saw the

down and

stray dog, but it was actually a furry little golden retriever. It

adorable.

the gloom she had felt when she

Quincey was still a bit shocked and

Genevieve’s true identity compelled her to hold back the sarcastic

a forced smile with a mere glance. “Ms. Lawrence, do you still love my son and have even moved into his house to be with him?”

Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are you so self–centered, Mrs. Hoffman? Seeing you this

went straight to the

and followed her without hesitation.

say that I

“Anthony is

loudly, nearly hitting Anthony in the

at Quincey with

Yet, a trace of fear toward

in his heart. He gathered the garments beside him and uttered, “It’s getting late. You should visit

here less often.”

even he

experiencing profound distress within her marriage to the Hoffman family.

face turned

she could finish her words, Anthony slammed the door and left.

was already

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

a pounding

off, her discomfort shielded her from noticing the darkness

stood up and faced the wind, its fur blowing back as it excitedly tried to

it and slowed down, worried it

believed it was fate to form

headed straight

soon, and she had many responsibilities to take on,

her office with clean clothes, which

she handed the golden retriever to Jasper and instructed,

at her, still dressed in yesterday’s attire. Without uttering another word, he nodded and led the dog away.

retriever’s playful behavior, like chewing papers and knocking over coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention

ultimately realized. “It is hungry!”

dog food from the