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.

by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here.

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

before hearing a

After a

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

leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

heart softened, and she squatted

of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were

at it, but she hadn’t brought

puppy might not survive the night

her hands, asking, “Do you want

her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it,

the dirt and picked

so light that it

only whimpered.

Genevieve rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

He was tall and straight,

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized

handed over infuriated

knows, and she has never denied

never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

traces of unwillingness and

as he believed Genevieve

by the bar’s door fueled

move forward when a very cool purple

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

puppy with one hand while opening the car door with the

a hand emerged behind

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked,

He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll

and refused. “No need. Get

I am. Why does he appear before me every

got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in

the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her?

full of disdain.

everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the

right to get involved before,

Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a frigid

eyes,