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

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

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

stood for a few seconds before hearing a

After a

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

pitifully, looking

softened, and she squatted down

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

but she hadn’t brought any food with

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

slowly extended her hands, asking,

had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy

dirt and picked

her arms and felt so light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black

stood by the door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He

figure, he immediately

documents Daniel had handed

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never

mused, ‘She never denied

traces of unwillingness

be like that as he

the bar’s door fueled

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

smiled as he whistled at

hand while opening the car door with the

emerged

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

looked at Anthony impatiently and

said in a chilly voice, “I’ll

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

does he appear before me

of the car,

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

snorted directly, full of disdain.

Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

right to get involved before, but right

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

squinted his eyes, remembering