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?”

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

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

a few seconds before hearing

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

softened, and she squatted down

of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that

it, but she hadn’t brought any food with her.

not survive the night and die ultimately.

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

she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking pitiful.

dirt and picked

it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

Genevieve rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a

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

the figure,

handed over infuriated Anthony.

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied

never denied it. Then, it’s

felt traces of unwillingness

that as he believed

the bar’s door fueled

to move forward when a very

the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged,

held the puppy with one hand while opening the car door with

before she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on it.

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness

Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

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

and refused. “No need. Get

I am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

got out of the car, thinking that

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 tonight.”

snorted directly, full of

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been

the right to get involved

noticeable in the dark, he radiated a

eyes, remembering Emilio.