Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve)

Chapter 76

Genevieve pinched herself to stay awake. She felt extremely disgusted that she had fallen for such a dirty trick.

She pushed Morgan out of the way without hesitation and shouted, “Get lost! Mr. Shelton will be here soon! None of you should even think of getting away!”

-Morgan listened to Genevieve’s words silently.

Suddenly, she raised her head and laughed. Her gaze revealed that she had achieved her goal through deceitful means.

“Of course, Mr. Shelton will come, but the address we have arranged to meet him is not here. It’s in another place. When he arrives, we will explain that there was a mistake in the address we provided. By then, it will be too late to change anything. It’s all too late!” Morgan said.

Morgan looked at Finnley, walked over, and playfully patted him on the shoulder. “You are very lucky, It’s rare to see such a beautiful woman as Ms. Lawrence. You should take good care of her!” Morgan said.

Finnley could not help but grab Genevieve’s hand and kiss it passionately. He could not hide hist excitement by saying, “Of course, Sweetheart. You are still the one I love the most!”

He stood up eagerly and pounced on Genevieve as he spoke.

Genevieve’s vision went pitch black for a moment. She felt as if the world was spinning around her. She used all her strength to barely keep herself standing.

As soon as Finnley touched her shoulder, Genevieve felt disgusted and used her strength to push him away. She shoved him onto the table, scattering the wine glass and coffee cup all over the floor.

Finnley grew impatient. His face showed a Jewd and proud smile. He unbuttoned and couldn’t help but warn her by saying, “Genevieve, don’t push your luck. Do you think Sullivan can protect you forever? I’m telling you, only by staying with me can I let you stay in this position for the rest of your life. In the future, you will be able to enjoy life by staying with me. I definitely won’t treat you badly.”

Get lost, Finnley! I’m not going to let the two of you get away with this!” Genevieve shouted.

Genevieve gritted her teeth and ran for the door.

“Hurry up and stop her!” Finnley shouted, pointing at Genevieve.

Morgan was standing in the doorway. She forcefully pushed Genevieve backward and said, “Your also made your way up by relying on men. Let’s not look down at each other. We will be in the

same boat from now on. Mr. Zink is very kind and generous to women!”

Genevieve was pushed onto a

Genevieve was pushed onto a nearby wine cabinet.

She took the opportunity to knock all the wine out of the wine cabinet, shattering the glass bottles all over the floor.

Morgan could not help but scream.

She was afraid that the server outside would soon hear the noise and rush over as Genevieve had smashed so many expensive wines.

As soon as Finnley lunged at her, she mindlessly picked up a wine bottle and smashed it over his head.

Finnley’s body stiffened, and blood trickled down his head.

He abruptly pulled off his hood, revealing a completely bald head with a particularly gruesome wound.

“Bitch, you dare to hit me!” Finnley yelled.

Finnley smiled sternly. He walked over to her, grabbed her arm, and threw her against the wall near

the door.

Genevieve’s head abruptly hit the wall, causing a numbing pain. She slowly slid down the wall and ended up on the floor. Her vision became increasingly blurred.

Genevieve took a deep breath and seemed to look at Finnley with blurred vision as he walked aggressively toward her as if she were already in his possession.

She thought, ‘Is it true that I can’t get out of here? No, this can’t be happening!

Genevieve clenched the broken glass in her hand, trying to awaken her consciousness with the pain.

Just then, there was a sudden noise at the door.

It was the server saying, “Excuse me, Sir or Ma’am, we heard a noise coming from inside. Please open the door.”

Morgan panicked and shouted, “No need, we were just joking. We’ll compensate when settling the bill!”

The server had started to get the key.

Just as it was about to open, Morgan could not help but block the door with her body so that no one could come in and see what was going on.

Especially at a time when the matter had not yet been settled.

“Get out of here and don’t come in!” Morgan shouted.

As soon as Morgan finished shouting, she suddenly felt a great force coming from the door.

There was a loud bang.

Someone directly kicked the door open from outside.

Genevieve lay on the ground. She happened to be lying on a pile of broken glass. It hurt so much that she could not help but wail.

Just then, someone lifted Genevieve right off the floor.

At first, Finnley was about to succeed, but someone kicked him to the ground, and his fat body could not move for a moment.

“Who are you? Do you know who I am? This woman is mine. Put her down!” he shouted, flustered and exasperated. He did not want to accept that he could not have Genevieve after being injured.

Anthony’s cold and dark expression suggested an impending and forebodingly stormy situation.

“She is yours? When did my wife become yours?” Anthony asked.

Anthony’s words carried a hint of coldness, and even his tone of voice was cold.

Anthony had rushed off with Genevieve in his arms before Finnley could react.

Morgan turned around and froze for a moment when she saw the tall and cold–looking Anthony,

Then, Brendan walked in. He looked at the scene in front of him and took out his cell phone to take some pictures.

Then he looked at the two unfortunates and said, “Genevieve is Anthony’s wife, and you two don’t know it? Do you know how your life will end if you dare to confront a powerful adversary directly?”

Finnley’s expression suddenly changed after Brendan finished speaking. Then, Brendan left the room and immediately walked out.

“Lock the door,” Brendan instructed.

The bodyguard at the door nodded and replied. “Yes.”

“Lock it up and wait for Anthony to deal with it,” Brendan instructed again.

There was a special suite on the upper floor of the clubhouse.

Anthony took Genevieve up to the suite and asked the personal physician to come over as well.

Genevieve lay in a semi–conscious state. She could only feel the cold coming and going around her from time to time.

She tried to hold on, but she had lost the strength to raise ber hand.

She was breathing fast, her cheeks flushed unnaturally, and she felt hot all over.

Anthony took a cool towel and gently wiped her off, holding her hand as he tended to her wounds. “How can I be at peace when you are like this?” he said, his voice low and hoarse.

Soon after, the doctor arrived.

The doctor looked a little solemn after the examination. He said, “This is a highly concentrated hypnotic fragrance with an aphrodisiac effect. I’ll give her an injection that will bring some relief, but it will take time.”

Anthony’s expression darkened a little, and an imperceptible pressure and chill suddenly emerged.

Anthony did not even have to think about what had happened in that room.

He thought, “That scumbag actually dared to covet Genevieve! Is he tired of his life?”

The doctor left after administering the medication.

Brendan knocked on the door, handed Genevieve’s purse to Anthony, and said, “The phone in the purse rang several times, but I didn’t answer it.”

“Where are they?” Anthony asked with a darkened gaze.

“They’re still in the room,” Brendan replied.

“Don’t let them go. There is something wrong with the fragrance in that room. Let them enjoy it well and send someone to check on it tomorrow,” Anthony said..

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“Okay. Don’t worry, Tony,” Brendan replied.

Anthony closed the door and closed his eyes. He suppressed the intense gloominess and coldness in his gaze before walking silently to the king–size bed.

Genevieve’s breathing was rapid, the drugs had taken effect, and her dizziness gradually subsided.

However, there was a subtle and dense warmth that was emanating from her body.

Anthony approached and wiped her body with a towel.