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

one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me

She nodded and didn’t run

seconds before hearing a

After a

street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it

leaves pitifully,

softened, and she

staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were

she hadn’t brought any food with

might not

Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking,

had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking

the dirt and picked up

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

only whimpered.

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

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

figure, he immediately

Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,”

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

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

be like that as he

bar’s door

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

he whistled at Genevieve

while opening the car door

open the door, a hand emerged behind her and

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness

impatiently and asked, “What are you doing?”

dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since

pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get

does he appear

the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

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 me tonight.”

directly, full of disdain.

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

right to get involved before, but right

in the dark, he radiated a frigid aura.

his eyes, remembering