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 annoyed

for excessive contemplation at that moment.

in Atharia and is

when she noticed a pretty woman

changed instantly.

so anxious that she

this, Anthony glanced back with a warm and

Genevieve gazed at Quincey, her eyes devoid of

straight down and looked around. “Where is my

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

when he saw the

bent down and

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

adorable.

away the gloom she had felt when

and pointed at Genevieve. “Why are you here?”

identity compelled her to hold back the sarcastic remark

you still love my son and have even moved

at first, but because Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting

went

lips and

say that I

“Anthony is engaged now. Don’t interfere and ruin

door loudly, nearly hitting Anthony in the

at Quincey with

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

in his heart. He gathered the garments beside him and uttered,

here less often.”

that even he couldn’t stand them, and neither could

likely experiencing profound distress within

turned pale.

her words, Anthony slammed the door

he stepped outside, Genevieve was

going out for a drink. However, the moment she sat in

voice induced a pounding headache in her.

from noticing the darkness and stern expression that had taken over Anthony’s gaze

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

at it and slowed down, worried it

it was fate to form a

going home, she headed straight

leaving soon, and she had many responsibilities to take

in her office with clean clothes, which

she handed the golden retriever to Jasper and instructed, “Take care of it for a bit. I’m going

at her, still dressed in yesterday’s attire. Without

young golden retriever’s playful behavior, like chewing papers and knocking over coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention and made them fond

realized. “It is

he requested that someone purchase dog food from the store