Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 

Yvette sobbed miserably, her face covered, while glancing at her phone, appearing somewhat disheveled. 

The bookshelves concealed Yvette’s sent, making her invisible to those outside. 

The cafe appeared empty when viewed from behind.. 

After a brief pause, Genevieve turned to the driver, handing Louis‘ supplementary card to him. “For safety, ensure the place is empty before we leave. Please, no one else should enter. I’d like to enjoy my coffee in peace. Order a cup of black coffee with milk for me and wait outside,” she said gently. 

The driver nodded and accepted the card. 

After all, he didn’t want Genevieve to have any opportunity to speak to the server. 

When he left, Genevieve took a seat opposite Yvette. 

Yvette’s head jerked up abruptly as she sensed another presence, and she fought back tears upon seeing Genevieve. 

Wiping away the tears, she took a deep breath, grounding herself in reality. Leaning against the chair with her arms crossed, she asked bluntly, “What brings you here?” 

Yvette’s demeanor wasn’t particularly polite but consistent with her interactions with others. 

Genevieve harbored a partiality toward Louis. It was only natural for her to trust the man who had risked his life for her. 

“Ms. Schmidt, I need a favor from you,” said Genevieve. 

Yvette frowned and refused outright, stating, “No.” 

Genevieve’s voice was gentle, devoid of any hint of anger as she asked, “I understand your suspicions about Louis, but if he were fake, wouldn’t Ms. Linda Hoffman notice it?” 

Ultimately, Genevieve didn’t want to upset Yvette, fearing that her current hope would vanish along 

with it. 

Yvette frowned slightly, her tone reflecting unhappiness as she expressed, “You know nothing. I grew up with him, and I know how he should be. You’re in the same situation with him now, and naturally, you hope he’s Louis because it’s in your best interest.” 

Meanwhile, Yvette’s suspicion heightened. She continued in the same tone, “The fact that you’re coming to me for help instead of him signifies something’s wrong. I will not-” 

Genevieve chuckled gently and interjected, “Ms. Schmidt, you’re overthinking it. I simply want to borrow your phone for a call. 

Stupefied by Genevieve’s response, Yvette was temporarily at a loss for words. 

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“What?” she asked. 

“I left my phone at home,” Genevieve explained with a shrug. “I can make the call in front of you,” 

Yvette frowned, seemingly annoyed by Genevieve’s seemingly foolish action. 

For her, not bringing her phone when leaving the house was akin to not wearing any clothes. 

Glancing at Genevieve with disgust, Yvette firmly stated, “No!” 

Understanding Yvette’s hostility toward her, Genevieve lowered her head dispiritedly. 

Despite the server nearby carefully preparing coffee, the aroma failed to stir any excitement within 

her. 

After a few seconds of silence, Yvette suddenly had a thought. She looked at Genevieve and said, “Unless you do me a favor.” 

Genevieve’s eyes lit up, her delicate features adorned with joy. 

“Go ahead, she encouraged. 

Yvette placed her phone on the table, allowing Genevieve to view the photo. 

It depicted Yvette and Louis. 

Louis wore a black windbreaker as he embraced Yvette, who shared his radiant smile. 

They looked intimate. 

They stood closely together atop a mountain, the rising sun behind them casting an orange glow 

over them. 

The sweet and harmonious atmosphere between them was reminiscent of a couple deeply in love. 

Genevieve’s heart sank, and her pupils widened. 

The Louis captured in the photo didn’t resemble the Louis she knew. 

In the photo, Louis appeared gentle and radiant, with clear eyes that exuded warmth. Despite his usual strong and cold aura, he seemed to restrain those qualities in front of the person he loved. 

However, the Louis Genevieve knew was distinct. Whenever he looked at her, he radiated gentleness, yet his eyes harbored emotions she couldn’t entirely decipher. 

They appeared identical, yet their auras were distinctly contrasting. 

Genevieve felt her heart tighten. 

Louis had asserted he had no past with Yvette, and even his disdain for her couldn’t be hidden. 

However, this photo stirred suspicion within Genevieve. 

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Observing her expression, Yvette pursed her lips and proclaimed proudly, “See? The true Louis 

loves me.” 

Genevieve looked up in a daze, uncertain of what to say. 

However, in the next moment, Yvette’s eyes welled up with tears. 

“Please help me find the real Louis. That’s all I want,” she pleaded. 

Still reeling from her emotions, Genevieve was caught off guard by the request. 

The real Louis?‘ she repeated silently. 

Genevieve was a little flustered. 

Just then, she heard the driver push the door open and enter. 

Genevieve’s heart skipped a beat. Abruptly, she took the phone and dialed a number, then hastily handed the phone to Yvette, who looked on in shock. 

“I will help you. Call this number and tell my uncle that I’m alive. Please, Ms. Schmidt, she urged. 

With that, Genevieve got up and left nonchalantly. 

She couldn’t let the driver see Yvette. 

Yvette, on the other hand, watched Genevieve leave in surprise and confusion. 

As Genevieve passed by the counter, she halted and tapped the table. 

“I’ll be taking it away,” she declared. 

Simultaneously, the driver approached her and informed her, “Mrs. Fallon, Mr. Fallon has booked a fashion show for you. It’s nearby. He’s waiting for you.” 

Genevieve raised her eyebrows and smiled. “What a coincidence. I’ve been wanting to attend one.” 

The fashion show was essentially the brands‘ outlets clearing the floor for models to showcase their clothing. 

If customers liked what they saw, they had the option to purchase it on the spot, making the process much easier and faster than trying on clothes individually. 

Louis had always been generous to Genevieve, which had pleased her. 

However, after seeing the photo, she wondered if his thoughtful arrangements were meant to control her.