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 repeated.

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

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

before hearing a faint

After a

closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little

on the leaves pitifully,

softened, and

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

at it, but she hadn’t

not survive

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking,

palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it,

dirt and picked up the

arms and felt so light that it appeared to have

only whimpered.

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

lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and

saw the figure,

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated

Lawrence and Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has

denied it. Then,

traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve was

her by the bar’s door fueled his already

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the car.”

while opening the car door with

door, a hand emerged behind

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What are you doing?”

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

refused. “No need.

unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me every

also got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve

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

snorted directly, full of

was aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported

involved

noticeable in the

eyes, remembering