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 repeated.

for her car one by one. He looked back at her and

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

before

After a

lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born in

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for

heart softened, and

to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay forlorn on her feet.

but she hadn’t brought any food with

not survive the night

slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with

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

only whimpered.

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

The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized

Daniel had handed over infuriated

and she has never denied

‘She never denied

of unwillingness and

that as

bar’s door fueled his

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get

hand while

the door, a hand emerged behind

Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness

and

couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a

refused. “No need. Get

unlucky I am. Why does he appear before

also got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman,

snorted directly, full of disdain.

and Anthony, as well

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

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the

eyes, remembering Emilio.