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

He looked

she drunk. She nodded and

for a few seconds before hearing a faint

After a

look, she noticed

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something

and

her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay

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

might not survive

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

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up the

it appeared

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a

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

saw the figure, he immediately recognized

had handed over

she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported previously.

never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

felt traces of unwillingness and

be like that as he

by the bar’s door fueled his

when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

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

hand while

a hand emerged behind

delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What are

couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

and refused. “No need. Get

Why does he appear before me every day?”

got out of the car, thinking that

saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with

directly, full

aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as

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

in the dark,

eyes, remembering Emilio.