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?”

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

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking

softened, and she squatted down

the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover

hadn’t brought

not survive the night and die ultimately.

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

seemed to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up the puppy.

light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

standing there in a black shirt, staring at

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

figure, he

Daniel had handed

Lawrence and Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported previously.

never denied it.

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

be like that as he believed Genevieve

by the bar’s door fueled his already

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

he whistled at Genevieve

one hand while opening the car door with the

hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on it.

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

Anthony impatiently and asked,

said in a

refused. “No need.

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

out of the car,

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.”

full

everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well

have the right to get involved before,

Although hardly noticeable in the dark,

his eyes, remembering Emilio.