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

Chapter 228

With a resounding “bang,” the door opened. Genevieve entered and stood there, indifferent and relaxed. Her lips slightly curled with a hint of icy disdain.

The two socialites standing behind Lauraine paled in fright, taking a step back.

They glanced at Genevieve, then at Lauraine,

Lauraine caught sight of Genevieve through the mirror, and she was stunned before regaining composure.

Perhaps she thought this was the Hoffman family’s territory, and Genevieve wouldn’t dare do anything to her.

One of the socialites close to Lauraine stepped forward. “What do you want to do? This is a public place. We can call for help with a shout.”

The other chimed in, “Exactly, Genevieve, don’t think too highly of yourself. Your perfect persona online is just a facade. We don’t believe it. If you’re truly innocent, these rumors wouldn’t exist. If they do, don’t be afraid of people talking.”

Genevieve chuckled lightly in response.

She stepped forward, her features striking and her aura chilly and commanding.

Gazing at the two individuals before her, she addressed the one behind, “You can’t conceal the fact that you slept with seven young men in one night and underwent an abortion. Those seven young men will soon expose your scandal of exploiting your power…”

“You’re talking nonsense…” The person Genevieve addressed was flustered and exasperated. “You’re falsely

accusing me!”

Genevieve quirked her lips with a hint of disdain. “If you were truly innocent, these rumors wouldn’t exist. If they

do, don’t be surprised if people talk about it.”

She echoed back the same words her accuser had used against her.

The socialite looked at her in shock, mouth agape in disbelief.

Don’t Be Stupid, Use a Hydraulic Press Machine

A

Before they could react, Genevieve’s expression turned cold. “If you don’t want my words to become reality,

leave now.”

Teasing them didn’t mean she held them in any regard.

The two socialites exchanged glances and realized they were at a disadvantage. Continuing would only result in further humiliation.

Hence, they scurried out, one after the other,

Lauraine watched the two fleeing figures and gritted her teeth as she glared at Genevieve. “Feeling guilty? I’ve already apologized. Whether you accept it is your problem. You’re not dead. Don’t act like a creditor. The Hoffman family can afford any amount of money.”

Genevieve raised an eyebrow and said coldly, “Lauraine, you’re the first person I’ve seen who can commit wrongdoings and still act righteous. I regret ever being so blind as to donate bone marrow to trash like you.”

“It’s clear you were the one crying and begging to marry Tony. Don’t act all righteous!” Before Lauraine could finish her sentence, Genevieve grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed her against the wall.

Lauraine’s eyes widened in pain. She had just recovered, and her physical strength was no match for that of an

ordinary person.

She felt like her scalp was being torn off.

Genevieve’s indifferent gaze remained steady, her aura commanding respect.

She casually turned on the tap, and the water flowed loudly into the classical–style metal sink.

It was elegant, restrained, and luxurious.

Genevieve approached her and slapped her in the face.

Lauraine cried out in pain and covered her face. “You’re insane! Help…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Genevieve grabbed her hair again and forcefully submerged her head into © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

the sink.

The water gushed out instantly, overflowing onto the floor.

Don’t Be Stupid, Use a Hydraulic Press Machine

Lauraine struggled violently, her exquisite hair now a disheveled mess.

Submerged in water, she couldn’t even make a sound..

Her face contorted in agony, transitioning from pale to purple until she was nearly breathless. Only then did Genevieve pull her head out of the sink.

Lauraine gasped for air, her body trembling involuntarily with fear creeping through her limbs.

Her makeup was all smudged, tears and water washed over her face, and her scalp

was throbbing.

Genevieve’s voice came from behind her. “Now, can you speak nicely?”

Lauraine’s fingers clutched the crystal countertop tightly, staring at her blurry reflection and Genevieve’s refined figure in the mirror, Overwhelmed by fear, she trembled. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, “Yes, yes, I’m sorry, Genevieve. Please spare me!”

She hadn’t died, and neither had Louis.

The guilt in her heart dissipated.

Before, Genevieve’s threats meant nothing to her. She couldn’t be compared to Andrea.

But now she suddenly felt that Genevieve was not as easy to deal with as she had imagined.

Lauraine, who had been pampered since childhood, had never experienced someone laying a hand on her

before.

Her knees weakened, and she slid to the ground, the water from her hair soaking her clothes.

Genevieve disdainfully released her grip, her voice cold and detached. “If I hear any more baseless rumors from you, I won’t be so lenient next time. Do you understand what to say when you leave?”

Lauraine shivered uncontrollably, her face completely drained of color. She nodded incessantly, “Yes accidentally got wet.”

I

Genevieve knew Lauraine was insincere, but she didn’t press further, as the latter falling ill here would only

cause trouble.

Don’t Be Stupid, Use a Hydraulic Press Machine

A

She casually washed her hands, not sparing a glance at Lauraine on the ground, then turned and left after opening the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Anthony and Louis standing outside, accompanied by the two socialites who had left earlier.

It was clear the socialites called them over.

Anthony stood there with a dark expression and didn’t move. His silhouette shrouded in shadows, his eyes intense and inscrutable.

His presence exuded a restrained chill.

On the other hand, Louis wore a gentle smile, his relaxed demeanor contrasting sharply with the others.

One of the socialites rushed in eagerly, dragging the drenched and bedraggled Lauraine out. “Mr. Hoffman, look, Genevieve dared to bully Ms. Hoffman here. We weren’t lying!”

Lauraine’s face was ashen as she trembled all over.

At the sight of Anthony, her eyes immediately reddened with tears, and at the sight of Louis, a glimmer of hope appeared on her face.

Genevieve chuckled lightly from the side and was unperturbed. “Bully her? Did any of you witness it? Ms. Hoffman, did I bully you?”

As she spoke, she shrugged and tears streamed down her face. “Tony, Genevieve bullied me. She hates me and

threatened me…”

Lauraine wouldn’t swallow her pride.

She occasionally glanced at Louis, but he remained indifferent, standing by as if watching a joke, showing her no

sympathy.

Anthony took off his coat and threw it onto Lauraine’s wet body, blocking her soaked clothes. His voice was cold and faintly chilling. “No one saw what happened. Lauraine, stop making a scene. Since your clothes are soaked, just go straight home.”

His voice was low yet heavy, and his gaze pierced with coldness.

Don’t Be Stupid, Use a Hydraulic Press Machine