Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 

It was late at night, and few cars were on the road. 

When Anthony realized something was wrong, his chest felt cold, and his scalp tingled slightly. 

He looked at Genevieve sitting next to him. She was still angry, her eyes vivid and beautiful. 

His anger disappeared instantly and was replaced by intense panic and regret. ‘I shouldn’t have been impulsive. I shouldn’t have impulsively involved her. Louis has gone mad!‘ he thought. 

Anthony pursed his lips and calmly turned the car, heading for the suburbs. The car’s speed hadn’t decreased. 

Genevieve glanced sideways at him and asked, “Can you buy phones in the suburbs? Are you going to steal?” 

Anthony smiled and said calmly, “Genevieve, don’t worry. We will pass by a lawn ahead. Open your door and jump off.” 

Genevieve abruptly turned her head and laughed in anger, saying, “You want me to jump out of the car?” 

Anthony pursed his lips and watched the dark road ahead in silence. However, the veins of his hands on the steering wheel trembled, showing his panic at this moment. 

Genevieve’s heart sank, and she instantly realized something was wrong. “Is the brake not working?” she asked. 

The business world was unpredictable, and people would fight at all costs. If one could stand before the crowd and cheer today, one could also stand on the roof and jump off a building tomorrow. 

Anthony held a high position, which naturally aroused many people’s jealousy. Genevieve immediately realized he had been plotted against. 

Anthony’s voice became nervous as he exclaimed coldly, “It’s too late. Genevieve, jump!” 

Ahead was the lawn, and further on was the ditch, which was more dangerous. Thus, they couldn’t miss this opportunity. 

Genevieve’s heart trembled slightly, but she put her hand on the door handle. ‘I’ll get hurt, but I have no choice. This is good enough. But what about him?‘ she thought. 

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Genevieve hesitated and looked at Anthony’s cold face. 

Anthony glanced at her with indescribable guilt and complexity. 

She would get hurt, but he would die. 

Genevieve’s heart sank, and a place in her heart suddenly felt empty. Her face paled. Close to death, she suddenly felt helpless. The cold wind hurt her face. 

A moment ago, she wanted Anthony to die. She didn’t care whether he died or not. But at this moment, she didn’t want him to die. 

There was a lawn on her side of the car, and she would just have a scratch if she fell on it. But on his side, there was nothing but unfinished buildings. 

Time passed second by second. 

Anthony’s heart tightened. No matter how hard he tried the brake, it didn’t work. The brake had been tampered with. When he saw the lawn was about to pass, the veins on his forehead throbbed. He couldn’t help urging Genevieve, “What are you waiting for? Jump!” 

Genevieve gritted her teeth, suppressing the panic in her chest. She looked at the surroundings with the light, and a truck suddenly appeared from the opposite direction. 

Anthony’s expression changed drastically. The road was narrow, and it wasn’t safe to drive at night, let alone with brakes that weren’t working. 

Genevieve immediately pressed his arm and said in a deep voice, “Turn right and drive onto the lawn.” 

Anthony’s face darkened. The car might turn over on the lawn, and Genevieve wouldn’t be able to get out. He was still hesitating. 

The truck opposite them sensed danger and honked in a panic. It was too late for the driver to brake. The sound pierced the night sky, dangerous and sharp. 

When they were about to collide head–on, Anthony suddenly turned right, but the truck still crashed into the Bentley. 

Bang! 

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The moment the black Bentley rolled over, Anthony suddenly unfastened his seat belt and threw himself to the right to protect Genevieve. The next second, he lost consciousness. 

Genevieve saw Anthony throw himself at her, blocking the windshield fragments for her. Warm liquid soaked her dress. She felt suffocated and couldn’t suppress her panic. 

“Anthony…” Her voice trembled, and she didn’t know whether the wetness on her face was blood or tears. A chill ran down her spine. The person who was still quarreling with her a moment ago had lost consciousness in a 

flash. 

When Genevieve was at a loss, the truck driver jumped out in a panic, went over, and opened the car door. “Oh no! it was too dark, and I didn’t notice…” he said in a panicked and frightened tone and began to drag them out of the car with trembling hands. 

Anthony, who was on top of Genevieve, was motionless. Genevieve came to her senses, unbuckled her seat belt, and hugged Anthony. However, she felt warm liquid on his back, and a faint smell of blood came. Her heart sank, and she felt cold. 

She gritted her teeth, endured the sadness, and fumbled to find the switch of the sunroof. Fortunately, it worked, and the sunroof opened. 

Genevieve spoke to the truck driver in a hoarse voice, saying, “Please, drag him out first. Drag him gently. He’s injured.” He was injured from protecting her. 

The truck driver went over to help without hesitation.