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?”

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

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

stood for a few seconds before hearing

After a

saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born in

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking

and she squatted

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t

the puppy might not survive the

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

It licked her palm again

the dirt and picked up the puppy.

light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly

only whimpered.

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

saw the figure,

Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

and she has never denied it

denied it.

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

be like that as he believed

her by the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

to move forward when a

smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and

with one hand while opening the

the door, a hand emerged behind

delicate, cool

her drunkenness

impatiently and asked, “What are you

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

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

does he

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it

full

and Anthony, as well as what had been

the right to get involved before, but right

darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the

his eyes,