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?” she

decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll

when she drunk. She nodded

for a few seconds before hearing

After a

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

leaves pitifully, looking for something to

and she squatted

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

it, but she hadn’t brought any food

she left, the puppy might not survive

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

said. It licked her palm again and pressed

the dirt and picked up the puppy.

in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly

only whimpered.

standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable

the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

documents Daniel had handed over

knows, and she

denied

traces of unwillingness and

as

by the bar’s door fueled his already

and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

the car, smiled as he whistled

hand while opening the car door

before she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

impatiently and asked,

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

and refused. “No need. Get out of my

I am. Why does he appear

of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

leaned 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

full of disdain.

everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

involved before, but right

noticeable in the dark,

eyes, remembering Emilio.