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

Chapter 411

Grandma Margaret’s eyes were vague.

But Genevieve saw signs of her period on the girl’s trousers.

But she didn’t know, or maybe she knew. She couldn’t cope with it.

At that moment, she was shocked as if she had fallen into a world contrary to her cognition.

They have to bear pressure from others as well as from themselves.

Braille is the medium through which they communicate with themselves and with the normal world. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

But why is it that only blind people learn Braille while normal people don’t?

There are so many languages in all countries of human beings, and there is no language called Braille.

But after all, they lacked a pair of normal eyes.

“What I want to do is to develop a modern system that enables blind people to perceive, so that they can not only have the ability to take care of themselves but also have the right to make their own choices through stimulation by some medium and intervention in the major cranial nerve.

This system will constantly change the target conclusion by collecting external environmental factors.

For example, there is a swimming pool in front of them. They can’t see it directly, but the system will see it for them and stimulate their visual center so that they can also ‘see‘ it.

They can make their own clothes, they can choose jobs, they can be like anyone else but their eyes are jewels and our eyes are flesh.

Genevieve smiles and looks at Bill.

She knew Bill was not interested, but she wanted him to know what she would do with his field.

She thought, “It’s good to support nature. If not, I can understand it.”

Bill was shocked for a long time and didn’t come back to his senses.

His mood was surging, and his blood was burning hot.

But she didn’t reveal her emotions too much on the surface.

For a moment, he felt proud.

Because Genevieve is his Andrea.

But this is a child raised by others, and this proud capital is the dreams and experiences given to her.

Dad, he’s better at raising kids.

He created a child with a sound personality and taught them the way to pursue their dreams, not for power or profit, but for kindness.

He had forgotten the word benevolence most of his life.

122 Mon, b May

It’s in Genevieve.

Over the years, he quietly grabbed turf and laundered his property, accumulating power to a level that no one else could have imagined.

But compared with Genevieve, he felt that he was as mean as a rat in the gutter.

He was so eager to please Genevieve that he wanted the right moment to take her back.

But now, he didn’t want to. He flinched.

It was her honor to be honest and upright in the Lawrence family.

And Bill would be a stain on her.

How does he deserve it?

Bill pursed his lips and nodded, regaining a sense of reason.

“Well, you do it, Genevieve. You will succeed.”

“Of course,

even if I don’t succeed, someone else will do it. It’s the same.”

Genevieve smiled and looked downstairs, but she was confident.

She can’t change the world, but she can change her limitations.

Although Bill was very patient, he obviously felt a little depressed.

When he finally left, he asked Jock to come out and see them off.

Jasper opened the door for Genevieve and asked casually:

“Mr. Jock said that Mr. Simpson had arranged a meal, but why didn’t he invite us to dinner? Look at Mr. Simpson. Isn’t jt. bad:

Genevieve recalls it as if something had gone wrong since she finished talking about the plan.

“Has he been shocked by the grandeur of my blueprint? Or are you afraid that our technology will surpass theirs, and you have a sense of crisis?”

Jasper twitched his mouth corners and said euphemistically,

“Maybe I’m too old to have much energy?”

They looked at each other and nodded.

“What did their engineer say?”

Genevieve got down to business.

Jasper immediately replied seriously,

“There is still a long way to go before we can meet our requirements, but it’s not impossible. I have already mentioned our requirements, and our technicians will also be stationed here to cooperate with their progress.”

Genevieve pursed her lips and nodded:

“Remember to pay attention to cybersecurity.”

“Got it.”

Genevieve is in the car and receives a message from Selene.

It’s a picture of a neighborhood near the food court.

Selene said. Tm hanging out. Do you want to eat something?”

Genevieve’s heart softened, and he smiled. He really wanted to go.

Not far away, she looked up at Jasper and said,

You can go back first. I’ll go home after dinner with Selene.”

Jasper nodded and said, “Okay, Mr. Lester, Call me if you need anything.”

Genevieve nodded and got out.

A few 30 feet from the snack street.

Genevieve walked in the streets, that kind of lively atmosphere, it is addictive.

She had an appetite and called Selene with her mobile phone.

Selene was very excited.

You’re here. The pig intestine seller actually has to wait in line. I let the dead bug stand in line here. Where are you? I’ll pick you up right now!”

“Dead insects? Irven?”

Genevieve was not surprised to think of Selene’s nickname for Irven.

Yeah, he said that he had eaten in Chinatown and the taste was not so good. 111 show him how to cook Clusia food!”

Genevieve listens and smiles:

“You don’t have to pick me up, I know the location. Wait for me there!”

She hung up the phone and headed for the alley.

She looked up at a familiar Louis with a beautiful young Daisy in her arms and entered an underground casino.

Genevieve paused and suddenly looked familiar.

This guy…

Quincey’s lover!

In front of the hotel, in Anthony’s ward, she met him two or three times.

But Daisy in his arms was not Quincey!

In a flash.

She looked like she saw some big gossip.

09:22 Mon, 6 May

Genevieve pursed her lips, found a mask to put on, and then slowly walked in.

The underground casino was not a casino. It used to be closed down, but later it could not be rented out and no one took care of it. Some people used it to play poker and billiards.

Genevieve and Selene had been there a few times before, but there was no wine or entertainment in it, so they never went

again.

Once inside, there were many chairs and tables that no one cleaned.

But standing at the door, you could hear laughter coming from the east hall.

Vincent is really rich. Now he has spent tens of thousands of dollars and even paid off the money he owed before. What’s wrong with him?”

Another strange voice said:

“Where is the fallen pie? It’s clearly a fallen rich woman.

Chuang, didn’t you say your first love was a rich Mrs. Fallon? “She is so generous?”

Edmund sat on his lap with a young girl and kept touching poker cards with the other hand.

No delay.

She looked like she was smug.