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?”

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

She nodded and didn’t run

before hearing a

After a

dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been

the leaves pitifully,

and she squatted down

her high–heeled shoes, only to discover

but she hadn’t brought any

she left, the puppy might not survive the night and die

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want

palm again and pressed its two muddy claws

mind the dirt and picked up the puppy.

that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there

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

the figure, he

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated

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

never denied it.

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness

like that as he believed

her by the bar’s door fueled his already

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

the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

hand while opening the car door with the other.

door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked,

expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a

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

I am. Why does he appear

the car, thinking that Genevieve was

Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date

full of

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

have the right to get involved

darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated

his eyes, remembering Emilio.