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 and depressed.

wasn’t space for excessive contemplation at

something in Atharia and is currently being cared for there,

happened to…” Quincey asked nervously but stopped when she noticed a pretty woman with

changed

was so anxious that she couldn’t

Anthony glanced back with a

gazed at Quincey, her

down and looked around. “Where

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

when he saw the dog tawning uver E

bent down and

but it was actually a furry little golden retriever. It was so

adorable.

brightened, casting away the gloom she had felt

shocked and pointed

across as rude. Yet, Genevieve’s true identity compelled her

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

to Quincey at first, but because Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are

didn’t explain and went straight to the door.

pursed his lips and

say that I made her lose her appetite?‘

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

door loudly, nearly hitting Anthony in the

Quincey with a gloomy expression.

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

beside him and uttered, “It’s

here less often.”

he

likely experiencing profound distress within her marriage to the Hoffman

face turned pale. “You‘

her words, Anthony slammed the door

was already starting the

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

induced a

drove off, her discomfort shielded her from noticing the darkness and stern expression that had

the wind, its fur blowing back as it excitedly tried to jump up.

at it and slowed down, worried it might jump

in her heart and believed it was fate to form

she headed straight

and she had many responsibilities to take

lounge in her office with clean clothes, which was very

as she arrived, she handed the golden retriever to Jasper and instructed, “Take care of it for a

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

behavior, like chewing papers and knocking over coffee cups, captured everyone’s attention and made them fond of the dog, with no one getting angry at it.

“It is hungry!”

dog food from the store located