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?”

by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here.

when she drunk. She nodded

for a few seconds before hearing a

After a

street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and she squatted down

discover

hadn’t brought any

might not survive the night and die

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

again and pressed its two muddy claws against

and picked up the puppy.

light that it appeared to have no weight. It

only whimpered.

rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

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

figure, he

Daniel had handed over

she has never denied it herself,” Daniel

‘She never denied

of

as he believed Genevieve was

door fueled

move forward when

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and

with one hand while opening the car door with the

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

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are

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

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

am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

of the car, thinking

Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her?

directly, full of

Anthony,

to get involved before, but right

Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a frigid aura.

eyes, remembering