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?”

one. He looked back at her and

was well–behaved when she drunk. She

few seconds before hearing a

After a

over unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a

the leaves pitifully,

and she squatted down

shoes, only to discover that

but she hadn’t brought any food with

might not survive

hands, asking,

It licked her palm again and pressed its

and picked

felt so light that it appeared

only whimpered.

Genevieve rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

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

Anthony saw the figure, he

handed over

knows, and she

denied it. Then,

of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

that as he

by the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

paused and was about to move forward when

smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

hand while

hand emerged behind her

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said

“No need. Get out of

mused, ‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear

car, thinking

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

snorted directly, full

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

right to get involved

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

his eyes,