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

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

She

before

After a

of feet away. closer look, she noticed that

leaves pitifully,

softened, and she squatted down

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

but she hadn’t brought

not survive the

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands,

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

the dirt and picked up the

trembled in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a

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

Anthony saw the figure, he

handed over

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

never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

as he believed Genevieve was

her by the bar’s door fueled

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

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

hand while opening the car door with the other.

a hand emerged behind her

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness

and asked, “What are

said in

Genevieve pushed him away and refused. “No need.

unlucky I am. Why does he appear before

car, thinking that

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

snorted directly, full of disdain.

everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony,

right to get involved before, but right

hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated

eyes, remembering Emilio.