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

decided to look for her car one by one. He

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

for a few seconds before hearing

After a

feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born

the leaves pitifully, looking for something

heart softened, and she

her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay

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

the puppy might not survive the night and die

her hands, asking, “Do you

licked her palm again and

the dirt and picked

light that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive

Anthony saw the figure, he

handed over infuriated Anthony.

knows, and she has never denied it herself,”

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then, it’s

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

that as he

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

to move forward when a very cool

whistled at Genevieve and urged,

with one hand while opening the car door

could open the door, a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

at Anthony impatiently and

said

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

I am. Why does

car, thinking that Genevieve was

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

full of disdain.

and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the

get involved before, but right

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

squinted his eyes,