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

He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll be right

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

few seconds before

After a

walked over 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

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something

and she squatted

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any food with her.

left, the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

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

again and pressed

didn’t mind the dirt and picked

arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a

light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable clarity and restraint.

saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed

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

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then,

of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

be like that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled

and was about to move forward when

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at

held the puppy with one hand while opening the car door with

the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed

delicate,

drunkenness subsiding

Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you doing?”

dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice,

pushed him away and refused. “No need.

Why does he appear before me every

of the car, thinking

the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for

full of disdain.

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what

the right to get involved before, but right

hardly noticeable in the dark, he

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.