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?”

car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He

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

few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

on the leaves pitifully, looking for

softened, and she

to discover that they were

she hadn’t brought any food

she left, the puppy might not survive the night and

extended her hands,

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling

didn’t mind the dirt and picked

her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable

figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed over

Everyone knows, and she has never denied

‘She never denied it. Then, it’s

sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the

hand while opening the car door with the other.

could open the door, a hand emerged behind

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are

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

“No need. Get out

‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear

got out of the car, thinking

who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with me

snorted directly, full

everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well

to get involved before,

in the dark, he radiated a

squinted his eyes, remembering