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?”

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

well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and

seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking

softened, and she

of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any food

might not survive the night and die

hands, asking,

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

the dirt and picked

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

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

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

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately

handed over

knows, and she has never denied

‘She never denied

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of

as he believed

by the bar’s door

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

was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

with one hand while opening the car door with

could open the door, a hand emerged behind her

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

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

away and refused. “No need. Get out

mused, ‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

the car, thinking that Genevieve was in

spotted Anthony. He tutted and leaned against 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

full of disdain.

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

to get involved before, but right then, he did.

in the dark, he radiated a

his eyes, remembering