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?” she repeated.

decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back

drunk. She nodded and didn’t

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

softened, and she squatted

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

hadn’t

not survive the night and die

her hands, asking, “Do you

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

the dirt and picked up

so light that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in

his shadow lengthy. He was tall and

Anthony saw the figure,

Daniel had handed over infuriated

knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel

‘She never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve

bar’s door

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

as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the

while opening the car door with

open the door, a hand emerged behind her and

Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are

simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you

refused. “No need. Get out of my way.”

am. Why does

got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with me tonight.”

full of disdain.

of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as

to get involved before, but

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

squinted his eyes, remembering