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 repeated.

look for her car one by one. He looked

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

softened, and she squatted

staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were

at it, but she hadn’t brought

not survive the night and

extended her hands, asking, “Do you want

what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up the

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

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a

The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

and she has never denied it herself,”

denied it.

sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and

be like that as he believed Genevieve was

door

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

smiled as he whistled at

the puppy with one hand while opening

the door, a hand emerged

smelled Anthony’s delicate,

drunkenness subsiding

and asked,

out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since

“No need. Get out of my

unlucky I am. Why does he appear

out of the car, thinking

he spotted Anthony. He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for

directly, full of

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

right to get involved before, but right then,

Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.