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

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

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully,

and

staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay

but she hadn’t brought any food with

the puppy might not survive the night and

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

said. It licked her palm again and

mind the dirt and

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

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

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

Anthony saw the figure,

handed over

Everyone knows, and she has never

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then, it’s

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

that as he believed Genevieve was his.

bar’s door fueled his

was about to move forward when a very cool purple

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

while opening the car

a hand emerged behind her and

smelled Anthony’s delicate,

frowned, her drunkenness

impatiently and asked,

Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly

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

Why does

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

snorted directly, full of

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

right to get involved before,

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the

eyes, remembering Emilio.