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 by one. He looked back at her and

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

pitifully, looking for something

softened, and she squatted

only to discover that they were not

at it, but she hadn’t brought any food

might not survive the night and die

Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you

had said. It licked her palm again and pressed

the dirt and

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

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a

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

saw the figure,

handed over infuriated Anthony.

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

never denied it. Then, it’s

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

as he

by the bar’s door

about to move forward when a very

he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in

one hand while opening the

the door, a hand emerged behind

delicate, cool

her drunkenness

Anthony impatiently and asked,

lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said

“No need. Get out of my way.”

Why does

of the car, thinking that Genevieve

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

snorted directly, full of disdain.

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as

have the right to get involved before, but right then,

hardly noticeable in the dark, he

squinted his eyes, remembering