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 repeated.

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

She

a few seconds before hearing a

After a

over unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

softened, and

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

but she hadn’t brought any

the puppy might not

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

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against

and picked

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

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black

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

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

handed over

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied

denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

as he

her by the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

whistled at

puppy with one hand while opening the car door

door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on it.

Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

impatiently and

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

“No need. Get out of my

I am. Why does he appear before

got out of the car, thinking

here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send

full of disdain.

Anthony, as well as what had been

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

Although hardly noticeable in

squinted his eyes, remembering