Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 

Anthony slowly turned his head, looking at Lauraine coldly and impassively. 

Soon, the bodyguards dragged Lauraine and Andrea to Anthony. 

Lauraine’s legs weakened, and only her grip on Andrea kept her from falling. 

She looked up. The turbulent sea was dark and deep, and the wind brought a salty chill. 

She got goosebumps all over and trembled slightly. 

“Do you know him?” Anthony asked coldly, his gaze icy. 

He scrutinized Lauraine to not miss any minute expression. 

Lauraine gazed at the man with the swollen face on the ground and hurriedly shook her head, looking flustered. 

Andrea stepped forward and took Lauraine’s hand gently, smiling as she said, “Lauraine is scared out of her wits as it’s her first time seeing this. To be honest, it’s terrifying. Who is he? Did he do something?” 

Lauraine slowly calmed down and looked at the man on the ground. 

She truly didn’t know him, merely displaying fright as a stress response upon seeing his miserable 

state. 

“Tony, I truly don’t know him,” Lauraine said. 

Anthony’s bodyguard handed over a cigar. He took it and played with it indifferently. 

The light on the deck was as bright as day despite the gloom of the night, intensifying the darkness in the corner. 

Shadows traveled from dark to bright, settling on Anthony’s stern face. 

Half his body was shrouded in darkness, obscuring the tumultuous and oppressive emotions in his eyes while lengthening his silhouette.” 

With a chilling aura, he approached Johnson and crouched down. 

The moment he drew close, Johnson trembled violently. 

In the next instant, Anthony’s big hand seized Johnson’s neck and squeezed viciously. 

The lights illuminated his cold frame and restrained gaze, creating a great contrast. 

Johnson’s face instantly flushed, and his bloodshot eyes widened. 

He knew which was the simplest and most tormenting method. 

The surrounding bodyguards appeared nonchalant. 

Chapter 131 

However, Andrea’s expression changed subtly. 

Lauraine’s heart trembled with fright. She clutched her chest and breathed heavily. 

Johnson didn’t even have the strength to struggle, merely shaking his head vigorously and repeating, “I–I don’t know her…” 

He pointed at Lauraine, not daring to lie as he knew Anthony could truly kill him. 

‘On this cruise ship at sea, my life is worthless,‘ he thought. 

Lauraine paled slightly and looked at Anthony. 

‘He doesn’t believe me anymore, she thought. 

As Anthony released his grip, Johnson clutched his neck and coughed violently. He curled up on the ground in pain–like a maggot that couldn’t wriggle. 

With a profound gaze and cold voice, Anthony asked, “What about her?” 

He was referring to Andrea. 

Andrea stiffened slightly, and she suddenly appeared nervous. 

Her hand, which was grasping Lauraine’s, grew sweaty. 

She stared at the man on the ground as her heart sank. 

Before Johnson could speak, Andrea stepped forward and said unhappily, “Mr. Hoffman, I haven’t forgotten why I came here tonight, which was to take care of your mother. I put up with it even though you embarrassed me a lot. I never left Mrs. Hoffman’s side tonight. You can ask her.” 

As if he hadn’t heard her, Anthony lightly touched Johnson’s wound with his cigar, causing the latter to convulse in pain. 

“I–I swear I don’t know her!” Johnson yelled, his voice trembling and panicked. 

Anthony glanced at Andrea meaningfully. 

Andrea remained composed. 

However, Lauraine looked at Andrea in surprise. 

She seemed to want to say something but held back. 

Anthony visibly grew restless as the rescue boats on the sea came and went. 

His bodyguards came over again and again to report. 

“Nothing, Mr. Hoffman,” one said. 

Another said, “Mr. Hoffman, they found nothing.” 

Chapter 131 

“Mr. Hoffman, they’ve expanded the scope, but still no luck,” the third reported. 

Searching at night was already inconvenient, let alone at sea. 

They were merely betting on luck. 

It was probably clear to all that Genevieve wouldn’t survive. 

“By now, she might have been carried a few miles away by the undercurrent or eaten by some ferocious fish, Anthony thought. He felt a sharp pain in his chest at that thought, causing him to pale and bend over as his forehead broke out in a cold sweat. 

His jawline was distinct and smooth. Right then, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he couldn’t hold back the pain in his expression. 

He stood up abruptly and kicked Johnson. 

Johnson convulsed in pain. 

Anthony’s eyes were scarlet. He stared at Johnson, seemingly unable to control his emotions, demanding in a fierce and cold voice, “Tell me, then. Who did it? The surveillance video has been restored. You drugged and dragged her into the room. Tell me–how could she disappear? How?” 

The last word practically came out through gritted teeth. 

At that moment, he felt rage overwhelm him, wanting nothing more than to kill Johnson. 

He went from ignoring Genevieve in the beginning to feeling apologetic toward her. 

After the divorce, he thought that that sense of apology made him cherish Genevieve’s feelings. 

However, on that night, he sensed danger and uneasiness, and when the facts fell into place, he lost. Genevieve.