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 repeated.

one. He

She

few seconds before hearing a

After a

dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and she

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

it, but she hadn’t brought any

left, the puppy might not survive

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

said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two

mind the dirt and picked

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

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at

shadow lengthy. He was

figure, he

handed over infuriated

she has never denied it herself,” Daniel

mused, ‘She never denied

he felt traces of unwillingness and

as he believed

by the bar’s door fueled his

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

the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

the puppy with one hand while

could open the door, a hand emerged behind

delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness

Anthony impatiently and asked,

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

and refused. “No need. Get

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

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in

“Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for

snorted directly, full

and Anthony, as well

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

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

eyes, remembering