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

Chapter 239

Selene was speechless. Her eyes rolled at Aiden’s words. “His mother was condemning me just minutes ago. I’m not spending the money on his card. This is all just for show.”

She didn’t care.

She had expected nothing from their marriage.

All that mattered then was Lorelai surviving after the attack.

Genevieve patted Selene’s shoulder. She had waited with Selene for half an hour until the doctor appeared from the emergency room.

“We’ve managed to save her, but there’s severe damage to her cranial nerves. It’s unlikely she’ll wake up again. Be prepared for the worst,” the doctor said.

Selene’s face turned pale at the devastating news.

Genevieve asked for more details about Lorelai’s condition and told Jasper to take care of the medical fee.

Before leaving, Genevieve gave Selene her credit card. “Thought I’d send you the money, but with the situation surrounding Quinn Group, your cards might’ve been frozen. Take this for now and sort the company out first. If you need more help, let me know.”

Selene didn’t refuse Genevieve’s help. She nodded, her eyes reddening.

Genevieve arranged for a caregiver to assist Selene. She had been busy with work until midnight, so Selene told her to go home and rest.

Smiling helplessly, Selene said, “Don’t worry about me. I’m not breaking down in times like this.”

Genevieve nodded and only left with Jasper after feeling reassured to see Selene remaining strong.

Outside, the police were still on the hunt for the fugitives. Over ten of them were arrested, while the rest remained at large.

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Genevieve and Jasper left through the backdoor.

Jasper couldn’t keep the information he had found to himself any longer. “Ms. Lawrence, Quinn Group has been deliberately targeted.”

“What do you mean?” Genevieve asked.

“Wildefield Street manipulated Quinn Group into losing their project. They wanted to take over the company.” Jasper responded. “I asked around and found that the medical research and development team of Quinn Group has developed a drug that could control memory. When Quinn Group goes under, the research would stop. Could someone be worried about the drug hitting the market, Ms. Lawrence?”

Genevieve’s expression subtly shifted.

Pharmaceutical research and development were only a small part of Quinn Group’s operations that didn’t generate much profit and thus received little attention.

But Lorelai had always kept it running in honor of her late husband, Joel, who had died from a rare and undetectable disease.

Something didn’t feel quite right to her. “Who could be worried about the release of this drug?‘ she wondered.

The web of power players on Wildefield Street was too complicated. There were too many hidden hands pulling strings behind each move, and it was impossible to trace the people behind.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious downtown condominium, Stella waited for Calvin to pick her up. Anthony finally arrived after five minutes.

Stella tensed, her eyes looking at him nervously. “Mr. Hoffman,” she greeted him.

Anthony looked stoically expressionless. “Get ready to play your part,” he said without looking at her. “You know how to report to Louis, right?”

Stella nodded stiffly.

They walked in, one after the other, and when they arrived at the door, Stella put on a smile and linked arms with Anthony.

The door opened, and there was a woman in her early thirties who was dressed sophisticatedly. She wore an

emerald necklace and bracelet and radiated grace and gentleness.

“You must be Mr. Hoffman, Please come in. Your father’s been waiting for you,” the woman said.

Anthony nodded slightly and stepped inside.

He recognized the woman immediately, and she was Paige Qualls.

Her affair with Presley had caused quite a scandal, which tainted the reputation of Hoffman Group.

Even so, Presley was still seeing Paige, which meant she had used her tactics on him.

Stella smiled from behind. “Thank you,” she said.

“You must be Mr. Hoffman’s girlfriend. Please come in,” Paige said,

Presley sat on the couch near the window, reading a newspaper.

When he heard Anthony, he looked up. “You’re here.”

Anthony nodded.

Presley was relieved that Anthony didn’t object to the place they had arranged to meet, assuming Anthony was willing to make compromises.

“I heard your mom’s been borrowing money lately. Is there something urgent she needs money for?” Presley asked as he reached out to pour coffee.

Anthony hurriedly took the coffee pot before speaking nonchalantly. “Just the usual stuff. She went overboard with shopping. I’ve stopped giving her money from the business accounts since Louis took over. Can’t risk any accusations of mishandling company funds.”

Presley nodded approvingly. “You did right. She’s spending frivolously. That needs to change,” he commented.

As Anthony poured coffee for Presley, he remained silent.

Presley looked up to find Stella cheerfully following Paige around. Dissatisfaction was written over his face. “You should find someone on your level. Keeping someone like her around is one thing, but her family background doesn’t compare to Genevieve’s!”

Anthony froze. “I’ll do what I can,” he said.

“Your people should try to work with Louis more. He’s not trying to steal the company from you. All of this will belong to you eventually,” Presley said.

Louis must’ve run into some difficulties within the company.

It wouldn’t sit well with Anthony’s employees if he were to fire them all. The company would go down.

Anthony smiled. “Sure. I’ll remind them.”

Pleased, Presley nodded.

Just then, Paige walked over to the two of them and said, “Let’s have dinner first, Mr. Hoffman. I’ve asked the kitchen to make your favorite food!”

Presley chuckled contentedly. “Just call him ‘Anthony. You’re only a few years older than him.”

Yet, Anthony excused himself and stood up to leave.

Paige watched him go and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Turning to Presley, she pouted. “Your son doesn’t seem to like me.”

‘It’d be strange if he does!‘ Presley sneered silently.

However, he was in a good mood.

“He’s the same way with everyone. It’s nothing to do with you,” he reassured Paige.

Anthony’s face turned grim the second he walked out, his eyes brooding.

Stella followed behind him and watched him get into his car. And before she could speak, the car drove off.

She was nothing more than a tool to Anthony, yet she had wishful thinking that he would send her home.

For the next few days, Selene found herself working around the clock.

Despite the help of Genevieve’s people, she struggled with handling the problems plaguing her company.

Fortunately, the supposed private lenders turned out to be fake. It was someone who had pressured Selene to dispose of the remaining assets.

While she was uninterested in the company business, she refused to declare bankruptcy just like that.

Genevieve gave her a large sum of money just so she could declare Quinn Group’s bankruptcy and start a new company with the same core team.

Selene agreed after giving Genevieve’s plan some thought.

A week later, preparations for the transition had begun.

However, Anthony requested an early meeting with her.

Genevieve thought that she needed to see him, too, so the two arranged to meet at a cafe at Lawrence Group.

She brought the newly groomed Goldie with her, and the latter also appeared satisfied with its clean coat of hair.

Anthony arrived early, and his eyes brightened at the sight of her, but his expression soured when he saw Goldie by her side.

Goldie stuck out its tongue, jumping off from Genevieve’s arms to show off its new coat of hair, but she quickly grabbed it.

“You can’t run around in the cafe,” Genevieve gently scolded.

When she looked up at Anthony, her eyes turned colder.

“Why are you still in a wheelchair?” she asked.