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.

car?”

and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her

when she drunk. She nodded

few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

over unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born in a month.

leaves pitifully, looking for

softened, and

the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay forlorn on

at it, but she hadn’t brought any food

puppy might not survive the night

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

licked her palm again and pressed its

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up

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

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and

saw the figure,

Daniel had handed over

knows, and she has never denied it herself,”

‘She never denied it. Then,

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

as he believed Genevieve was

her by the bar’s door

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

with one hand while opening the

before she could open the door, a hand emerged

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and asked,

Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll

and refused. “No need. Get out of my way.”

does he

got out of the car, thinking

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

directly, full of disdain.

had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what

the right to get involved before, but right then,

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a frigid

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.