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

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

few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray

leaves pitifully, looking for

heart softened, and

only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and

but she hadn’t

she left, the puppy might not survive the night and die

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you

to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its

and

her arms and felt so light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive

figure, he immediately

handed over infuriated Anthony.

Lawrence and Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never

‘She never denied it. Then,

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness

like that as

by the bar’s door fueled his already

forward when a very cool purple

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled

one hand while opening

could open the door, a hand emerged behind her

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness

Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve

and refused. “No need.

does he appear before me every day?”

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in

leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s

snorted directly, full

everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as

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

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated

his eyes, remembering