Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 170

Emilio took off his cap, revealing his charming features.

With his appearance, it was unreasonable for him to be unfamous.

Emilio was far greater than those pretty boys.

At that moment, he said with a bitter expression, “Girls, I genuinely don’t have money. A senior executive at the brand I endorsed attempted to take advantage of me. So, I beat them up. As a result, the liquidated damages in the contract were a scam, and I nearly lost everything. I cut ties with my family when I joined the industry. If I return and ask for money, how can I be a man in the future?”

Speechless, Selene rolled her eyes.

“You’ve been in the industry for over three years, yet you haven’t received any awards. Your work was either removed or not reviewed. I think you’re unsuitable for this job and should have returned long ago,” she said.

Emilio felt aggrieved when he heard Selene discuss his failure.

Even he thought it was weird to have had such awful luck for three years.

Genevieve laughed out loud, pulled a card from her bag, and placed it on the table.

“I’ll lend that to you. Remember to return it,” she said.

Emilio picked up the card and kissed it cheerfully. Then, he looked at Genevieve and said, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll be yours from now on. I’ve offered myself to you.”

Genevieve, after listening to his words, suddenly felt the impulse to retrieve the card.

Selene was sickened by his statements and nearly vomited.

However, even after a small dispute, the three continued to talk.

When they had had enough of the drinks, Selene’s driver arrived to pick her up, and she departed first, wobbling

away.

Genevieve attempted to call someone to pick her up, but her phone ran out of battery.

It was dark outside.

However, the magnificent light shone on the roadway, creating a sumptuous atmosphere.

The street was nearly filled with sports and luxury cars.

Emilio sent Genevieve outside. He had an average tolerance to alcohol and displayed no signs of intoxication on

his face.

“Where’s your car?” Emilio asked.

Genevieve looked around and noticed how similar all of the cars were.

my car?” she

to look for her car one by one. He

when she drunk. She

before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it

on the leaves pitifully,

and she

puppy staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It

but she hadn’t brought

puppy might not

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking

didn’t mind the dirt and picked

light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient,

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there

his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with

saw the figure, he immediately recognized

handed over

knows, and she has

never denied it. Then, it’s

he felt traces of unwillingness

like that as

by the bar’s door fueled his already

forward when a very cool purple

smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the

with one hand while opening the car door with

open the door, a hand emerged

delicate, cool

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

away and refused. “No need. Get

I am. Why does he appear before me

of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it

full

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony,

get involved

darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he

eyes,