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?”

car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll be

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

seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully,

softened, and

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

but she hadn’t

she left, the puppy might not

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you

she had said. It licked her palm again and

dirt and picked

felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was

only whimpered.

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

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

figure, he immediately recognized

handed

Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported

never denied it. Then, it’s

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

like that as he

by the bar’s door fueled his already

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

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

puppy with one hand while opening the car door with

hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on

delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

and

out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you

him away and refused. “No need.

am. Why does he appear before me every

also got out of the car, thinking

here… Mr. Hoffman,

snorted directly, full

Anthony, as well as what had been reported

the right to get involved

face darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the

his eyes, remembering