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.

one. He looked back at her and said,

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

pitifully,

heart softened, and she

staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay

but she hadn’t brought any food

she left, the puppy might not

hands, asking, “Do

puppy seemed to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and

mind the dirt and picked up

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

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing there in

under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was

the figure, he immediately recognized

documents Daniel had handed

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

‘She never denied it.

he felt traces of

be like that as

by the bar’s door fueled his already intense

and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

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

one hand while opening the car door with the other.

before she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you

lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a

pushed him away and refused. “No

I am. Why does

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in

Hoffman,

full of

Genevieve and Anthony,

right to get involved

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the

his eyes,