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

by one. He looked back at her and

was well–behaved when she drunk. She

seconds before hearing

After a

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

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

and she squatted

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

she hadn’t brought any food with

puppy might not survive

her hands, asking, “Do you

understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws

mind the dirt and picked up the puppy.

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

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing

lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable clarity

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated

Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

denied it.

felt traces of unwillingness

be like that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

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

was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and

while opening the

a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate,

her drunkenness subsiding

Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

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

refused. “No need. Get

I am. Why does he appear before

car, thinking that Genevieve

against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it

snorted directly, full of disdain.

Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

involved before, but right then, he did.

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

eyes, remembering Emilio.