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?”

car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and

for a few seconds before hearing a

After a

feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born in

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking

heart softened, and she squatted

to discover that they

it, but she hadn’t brought any food with her.

the puppy might not

extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it,

dirt and picked

light that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring

light made his shadow lengthy. He was

figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

documents Daniel had handed

she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported

‘She never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

he felt traces of unwillingness

like that as

by the bar’s door fueled his already

paused and was about to move forward when a very cool

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

with one hand while opening the car

she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on it.

delicate, cool

her drunkenness subsiding

and asked,

out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice,

“No need. Get out of my

I am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

car, thinking that Genevieve

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

directly, full

everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the news.

have the right to get involved before, but right then,

Although hardly noticeable in the dark,

eyes, remembering Emilio.