Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

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 Emilast night.

“Why am | 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 stime, 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, Ill 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 withfor 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 | 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 askingwhy she was left there alone.” Quincey thought of Andrea, which led her to think of Genevieve as well.

Suddenly, she felt more annoyed and depressed.

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

Anthony appeared composed as he spoke in a hushed tone. “She encountered something in Atharia and is currently being cared for there, so she won't return soon.” “What happened to...” Quincey asked nervously but stopped when she noticed a pretty woman with mesmerizing eyes coming downstairs.

Quincey’s expression changed instantly. “Genevieve?” She was so anxious that she couldn't think.

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

However, Genevieve gazed at Quincey, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

She walked straight down and looked around. “Where is my dog?” Before Anthony could talk, the golden retriever puppy rushed out of its bed, stepped on Genevieve’s feet, and rubbed its fluffy head against her shoes.

Anthony felt disdain when he saw the dog tawning uver E Genevieve bent down and picked it up.

Yesterday, she mistook this dirty dog for a stray dog, but it was actually a furry little golden retriever. It was so adorable.

Genevieve’'s mood slightly brightened, casting away the gloom she had felt when she met Quincey.

However, Quincey was still a bit shocked and pointed at Genevieve. “Why are you here?” Her tone cacross as rude. Yet, Genevieve’s true identity compelled her to hold back the sarcastic remark she was tempted to make.

She offered Genevieve 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 didn’t want to talk to Quincey at first, but because Quincey acted superior, Genevieve ended up confronting her. “Why are you so self-centered, Mrs. Hoffman? Seeing you this morning madelose my appetite.” She didn’t explain and went straight to the door.

Anthony pursed his lips and followed her without hesitation.

Quincey was agitated, wondering, ‘How dare she say that | made her lose her appetite?” She couldn't resist responding with sharp sarcasm. “Anthony is engaged now. Don’t interfere and ruin their relationship!” Genevieve slammed the door loudly, nearly hitting Anthony in the face.

Anthony looked at Quincey with a gloomy expression.

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

A chill settled in his heart. He gathered the garments beside him and uttered, “It's getting late. You should visit here less often.” Quincey’s words were so harsh that even he couldn't stand them, and neither could Genevieve.

Previously, Genevieve was likely experiencing profound distress within her marriage to the Hoffman family.

Quincey’s face turned pale. “You* Before she could finish her words, Anthony slammed the door and left.

As he stepped outside, Genevieve was already starting the car.

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

The thunderous voice induced a pounding headache in her.

As she drove off, her discomfort shielded her from noticing the darkness and stern expression that had taken over Anthony's gaze behind her.

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

Genevieve glanced at it and slowed down, worried it might jump out of the car.

She experienced a tender feeling in her heart and believed it was fate to form a bond with this puppy.

Instead of going home, she headed straight to the company.

Jeffrey would be leaving soon, and she had many responsibilities to take on, but there was limited time.

There was a lounge in her office with clean clothes, which was very convenient.

As 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.” Jasper cast a glance at her, still dressed in yesterday's attire. Without uttering another word, he nodded and led the dog away.

The young golden retriever’s playful 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.

Jasper ultimately realized. “It is hungry!” Therefore, he requested that someone purchase dog food from the store located downstairs.

Emergency calls only Chapter 172 49% 118:16 Now, she seemed indifferent to even the simplest courtesies. Anthony perceived that the dynamics between Genevieve and the Hoffman family were more strained than anticipated.

Quincey’s face turned pale. “You! Before she could finish her words, Anthony slammed the door and left.

As he stepped outside, Genevieve was already starting the car.

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

The thunderous voice induced a pounding headache in her.

As she drove off, her discomfort shielded her from noticing the darkness and stern expression that had taken over Anthony's gaze behind her.

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

Genevieve glanced at it and slowed down, worried it might jump out of the car.

She experienced a tender feeling in her heart and believed it was fate to form a bond with this puppy.

Instead of going home, she headed straight to the company.

Jeffrey would be leaving soon, and she had many responsibilities to take on, but there was limited time.

There was a lounge in her office with clean clothes, which was very convenient.

As 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.” Jasper cast a glance at her, still dressed in yesterday's attire. Without uttering another word, he nodded and led the dog away.

The young golden retriever’s playful 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..

Jasper ultimately realized. “It is hungry!” Therefore, he requested that someone purchase dog food from the store located downstairs.

Emergency calls only Q K Chapter 172 49%, 18:16 Given that it was Genevieve’s beloved pet and Jasper had personally issued the command, the colleague purchased every brand of dog food available.

He didn’t know what flavors the dog preferred.

After changing her outfit, Genevieve stepped outside. The golden retriever was joyfully feasting and intermittently wagging its tail.

As soon as she got close, the little golden retriever stopped eating and playfully nuzzled against her high heels.

Genevieve felt a surge of tenderness. Gazing at its plump belly, she smiled. “Are you full now?” She thought dogs were more polite than shumans after what happened t