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.

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

she drunk. She

before hearing a faint

After a

look, she noticed that

leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

and she squatted down

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any

left, the puppy might not

hands, asking, “Do

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

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up

so light that it appeared to have no weight. It

only whimpered.

rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

stood by the door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble,

Anthony saw the figure, he

Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

never denied it. Then,

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve was

door fueled

about to move forward when a very cool purple

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

while opening the car door

hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What

He simply said in a

refused. “No need. Get out

am. Why does he

of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

spotted Anthony. He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with

directly, full

aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been

the right to get involved before, but

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

his eyes, remembering