Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 298 Seeing this, the servants downstairs all pretended not to see it.

But when she went downstairs, she suddenly missed the stairs and twisted her ankle. Then she fell to the ground.

Her tears overflowed from the pain.

Carrie had been proud for half of her life. She thought that no one was more successful than her as a woman.

From a humble bar singer to the esteemed and affluent Mrs. Simpson, her remarkable ascent to success is truly unparalleled.

But the fall made her realize that all successes were in her imagination.

She was no different from the embarrassed singer more than ten years ago.

She resided in the Simpson's residence, a luxurious and magnificent abode akin to a palace, yet her position was merely that of a housekeeper.

Her hair fell off.

A dude in leather shoes was slowly coming closer.

He half squatted down and held out his hand.

Carrie suddenly raised her head and saw the man in front of her, who smiled greasy and obscenely but pretended to be a gentleman.

“Morris?” called her.

The person standing before Carrie ranked third in the Simpson family’s financial group.

The first was Bill, and the second was someone who worked for Bill.

The only person in the Simpson family who supported Carrie was Morris.

1/6 Chapter 298 He was thin and frail, clad in an ill-fitting suit.

[e] Aware that Carrie was fond of Bill, who stood tall and majestic yet possessed a certain elegance and gentleness In his gestures.

These two distinct auras merged into Bill, forming his unique personal temperament through countless ordeals.

And no one could copy that.

Carrie disliked how Morris looked at her but needed his support.

How else could she get a foothold here? Morris smiled and helped Carrie up from the ground. He looked at her with uncomfortable eyes, “Carrie, what's wrong with you? How could the ground be slippery? Are they incompetent?” His voice made the servants not far away tremble.

Carrie straightened up and kept a distance from him, “I'll teach them a lesson. Are you looking for Bill? Hurry up!” Then she turned around and was about to leave.

She didn’t want others to see her in a mess.

Morris suddenly chuckled, “Carrie, | heard that there were many casualties among the people who went to work with Lucas that night?” Carrie paused and said, “Death and injury are common. The other party has more deaths and injuries. We didn’t ose this time.” Morris smiled knowingly and said, “Yes, but I've heard that the casualties were exclusively from Lucas’s men.

And all of your people were safe and unharmed.” He said in a light voice.

Carrie shocked.

The turned ashen, unable to move.

16 Chapter 298 Everything was under control.

But how could others easily see through her control? Morris's voice was ethereal. “Have a good rest, | have something to talk about with Bill” 0 As soon as he finished his words, Carrie immediately turned around, “Morris, can you not tell Bill about this?” She couldn't hide her face and threw a fake, grudging smile, “Can we talk about it in private?” Morris smiled, “Okay, in private.” Genevieve hadn't slept yet, sitting in her study with a messy mind.

After the video call with Darrell and Samantha just now, she felt exhausted and panicked.

She was mentally prepared to chere.

No matter what danger, she would face it bravely.

But now she felt like she was in a dead end.

The future road was dark and blurred.

But there was a little light ahead, attracting her.

It looked like a goal or reward that offered hope but was challenging.

She couldn't stop continuing.

Because she changed her residence, Selene also moved in.

She was eating in the living room when she heard a car pulling in at the door.

The butler ran in and said, “Ms. Quinn, it’s Professor Simpson.” Selene hurriedly put down the things in her hand, “Ask him to wait for a minute. I'll go and find Genevieve.” 6 She hurried upstairs to knock on the door and quietly poked her head in, “Your prince charming is here. Do you want to go out and have a look?” Genevieve looked at her blankly and said, “Get to the point.” “It’s Professor Simpson. I'm afraid he has something important to do when he comes here so late, right? Lucas is much better than Anthony. You have to seize the chancel” said Selene.

Genevieve paused and smiled, “Okay.” She remembered Carrie's words that only by marrying him could she find Jeffrey.

‘To marry him.’ she thought.

She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and walked down.

Selene only felt Genevieve’s performance tonight was a little weird, but she couldn't tell which part was so.

How could she say yes so quickly after being teased like this? Was she really in love with Lucas? She walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped and couldn't follow her to be the third wheel.

Lucas stood in the living room. His slender figure was thin and handsome. His jawline was steep, and his eyes were dark.

When she went downstairs, Lucas smiled slightly, “I knew you couldn't sleep. As soon as it was over, | cto tell you that | feared you wouldn't sleep all night.” His eyes and eyebrows seem to emit a subtle and enchanting aroma.

Genevieve'’s guilt was spreading from that gentle intimacy.

She smiled and walked over, pretending not to know it, “Are you not hurt? Are you okay?” “Don’t worry. Everything goes well. Several men were injured and have been sent to the hospital, but Mad Dog died.” 4/6 He added in a final silent voice, “I'm sorry | didn’t ask about Jeffrey's whereabouts.” Genevieve hesitated before saying, “Even if Mad Dog was still alive, he might not tell you where Jeffrey was.

Professor Simpson, don’t blyourself. Mad Dog is gone now. Think of it as retribution for my brother. When he returns, he’ll surely express his gratitude to you abundantly.” Seeing that she was emotionally stable, she didn’t feel disappointed.

Lucas sighed in relief and said, “I'll help you find it. Don’t worry. He can run away, so he will try to contact you.” Genevieve nodded with a smile.

She now suspected that Jeffrey was in the hands of Carrie.

Lucas pursed his lips and glanced at her quietly, “I'm going to school tomorrow. Do you want to cwith me?” Genevieve's eyes flashed, “Of course. Am | your assistant?” Lucas smiled and said, “Then I'll pick you up tomorrow. Let's go together.” “Okay,” answered Genevieve.

Mad Dog's death meant a significant loss.

They wouldn't appear again recently, and there would be no threat.

But he didn’t find Jeffrey, and she did not want to give up going home.

What's more, she had to concentrate on dealing with Carrie.

She would never allow herself to be used as a tool in someone else’s hands.

Wanting to wield her as a sharp blade? She would like to see if Carrie was even worthy.

Genevieve laughs as if nothing had happened. “Profe