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

Chapter 107

A man wearing a mask beside her leaned close to her, looking young and dancing very well. Without even realizing it, they cooperated tacitly.

People around them consciously got out of the way.

At the end of the song, everyone cheered warmly.

Still catching her breath, Genevieve smiled and walked away.

The young man followed, smiling and saying, “Miss, did you learn to dance so well? Are you a model or an actress?”

Genevieve shook her head and waved her hand. “I’m nobody.”

“Shall we get to know each other?” the young man asked naturally.

Genevieve ignored him and looked around to see Selene coming down with a smile.

Selene pointed in the direction of their booth.

Louis was standing up and walking this way. Genevieve didn’t know when he arrived.

Selene whispered in her ear, “While you were dancing, Mr. Fallon was looking at you with such affection in his eyes as if he wanted to go up and swallow you!”

Feeling that her friend was exaggerating, Genevieve nudged her and said, “What nonsense! Mr. Fallon’s eyes are full of affection even when he’s looking at a dog!”

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Louis stood not far away and coughed, looking at her with a half–smile. “When was I looking at a dog?”

Feeling that she was caught red–handed, Genevieve smiled sheepishly.

The

e young man next to her wanted to say more, but Louis took his coat and covered up Genevieve’s bare shoulders.

“It’s a little cold!” Louis remarked.

He gave

gave the

young man a dark look, looking clearly agitated.

Genevieve, oblivious to this, moved toward her seat.

The young man was reluctant to give up and wanted to catch up and ask for contact information, but Selene grabbed his neck from behind.

“Mr. Jan Zimmerman, can’t you see she’s already taken?” Selene asked.

The man froze and looked at her in–shock, covering his mask.

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“How did you recognize me?” lan asked.

Selene snorted and pinched his chin lightly. “Don’t you remember? You proposed a toast to me at the wine party three days ago. I didn’t drink it, and you even got angry at me for that. If you continue to pester my friend, I will take off your mask and let everyone know who you are!”

Ian was a pretty boy who had just become popular. He wore a mask when he went out to nightclubs. for fear of being recognized by others.

Hearing this, lan dared not do anything.

He didn’t stay any longer, waved awkwardly at Selene and ran away.

Genevieve got into the booth and took off her coat.

Louis took it over casually and pulled out a box from behind. Inside the box was a fancy shawl.

He handed it over and said gently, “I thought it was suitable for you, so I bought it. I didn’t expect it to be really such a great fit.”

Genevieve was momentarily taken aback but took it over nevertheless.

She looked at the shawl and recognized it to be a limited edition of a foreign luxury brand, which its price had been hyped to seven digits.

Louis really understood women well. This unique preference made Genevieve feel unwilling to say

1. no.

It was still a little hot after the dance, but the bar was air–conditioned and soon felt cold.

Genevieve took it over directly without any pretense. “Thank you, Mr. Fallon. When did you get here?”

She casually hung the shawl on her shoulder. Her little face was smooth and refined, and her skin looked velvety smooth under the lighting.

Louis‘ eyes darkened.

“I just got here. I came over to take a seat,” Louis replied.

Genevieve took a sip from her glass of juice, and Louis pressed his lips. “I’ve taken her your people come back!”

Genevieve paused and looked away. “I said I would handle it myself.”

She just asked Louis to help her draw Anthony’s men away.

After all, Louis was more familiar with everything abroad.

away. Let

Louis rubbed his long fingers on the edge of the glass and said in a light voice, “You’ll be

softhearted, and Anthony will find out about you. I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry. Let’s call it even.

Genevieve was silent, her heart hardening. “What do you mean by calling it even?”

Louis looked at her, smiling as if he were talking about a casual thing. “I sold her off to the international waters.”

It went without saying that the consequences of selling to the international waters were beyond the control of the Amalgamated Nations, which was a place that would bring out the worst of human

nature.

Everything there could be bought and sold, including lives.

Genevieve took a deep breath and was shocked for a moment. She thought, ‘I should be happy with this result, no?‘

She wouldn’t be able to reach there with her own hands.

However, Genevieve would feel sorry for her lost child if she had let Rosalie go.

She didn’t want Rosalie to be at ease, and she was afraid of getting herself into trouble.

She admitted her cowardice, but now she felt free.

The rope tugging at her heart was finally undone.

But the next second, she looked at Louis in silence and worry. “But

you…

What if they trace it back to him?” Genevieve wondered.

ouis smiled, his eyebrows gentle with a touch of arrogance and hubris. “Worried about me? It loesn’t matter. I asked a friend to get her off my hands.”

lowever, he would not say who his friends were.

le wouldn’t even say it out loud. Such things were commonplace for a man of his ability, someone ho lingered among the good and evil alike.

lightly lowering his eyes, Genevieve took the whiskey in front of her and clinked his glass. “I owe ou one, Louis.”

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she had handled it herself, she thought that she would throw Rosalie into the remotest corner of le world, and Rosalie wouldn’t even dream of getting out of the wretched place.

ven then, Genevieve still thought her approach was still not strong enough.

ouis smiled and took a sip of the wine. “Forgive me if I ever offend you.”

Genevieve smiled and was just about to say he was joking when Selene showed up with a bottle of

wine.

“Have you all drunk? Why don’t you try some of the wine I have in store?” Selene asked.

She poured half a glass of wine by herself.

Genevieve had already tried it.

Louis took a small sip, nodded and raised his eyebrows. “The best of the best? Do you think a bar sells such good wine?”

Although there was no shortage of alcohol in the bar, Louis reckoned that only collectors would have such fine wine to offer.

Selene said proudly, “I saved it myself. My granddad has the most refined taste in liquor.”

“Ah, I see. Your granddad does have exquisite taste,” Louis remarked.

Louis was a mild–mannered, nondescript person who treated Genevieve’s friends with dignity.

Genevieve lowered her head and took a sip. The acrid liquid went into her throat, sweet and refreshing, leaving an indescribable fragrance in her mouth.

She had solved a serious problem in her mind, so she naturally became lighthearted and unconsciously drank more wine.

Soon, a slightly intoxicated look appeared on her face. She looked in the direction of the stage, eyes watery, and no one knew what she was thinking.

her

Louis seemed to be awake on the side, but he also looked drunk. There was a misty look in his eyes, making it difficult for others to decipher his thoughts.

However, when he looked at Genevieve, there was a tenderness in his dark eyes.

The next day, Genevieve woke up at the Lawrence residence.

She looked at the familiar furnishings. “When did I come back last night?‘ Genevieve wondered.

She washed up and went downstairs, looking sleepy and alluring at the same time.

Downstairs, Darrell and Samantha were still talking with their heads down.

Jeffrey looked helpless.

“Good morning, Mom and Dad, Good morning, Jeff!” Genevieve said.

Genevieve went downstairs, and they looked at her, each with a different look on their faces.

Darrell couldn’t help but say, “Don’t you have a headache? Considering that you drank so much last

night?”

Genevieve paused, rubbed her head and said, “No, not really.”

Samantha smiled and waved. “Our little princess can even go viral after drinking. She deserves to be my daughter!”

Jeffrey couldn’t help but smile. “But it was bad publicity.”