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

to look for her car one by one. He looked back at

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded

seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that

pitifully, looking for something to eat.

heart softened, and she

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought

might not survive

hands, asking, “Do you want to come

puppy seemed to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up

it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient, even

only whimpered.

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

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

Anthony saw the figure, he

documents Daniel had handed over

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

denied it.

felt traces of unwillingness and

shouldn’t be like that as he

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

forward when a

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

while opening the car door with the other.

door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

impatiently and

she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

away and refused. “No need. Get out of

Why does he appear

got out of the car,

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

snorted directly, full

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well

to get involved before, but right then, he did.

face darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.