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?”

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

She nodded and

seconds before hearing a

After a

the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that

pitifully, looking for

softened, and she squatted

only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought

left, the puppy might not survive the

that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with

It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and

and picked

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

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight,

figure,

Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

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

denied

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

as

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

was about to move forward when

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

puppy with one hand while opening

emerged behind her and pressed her firmly

smelled Anthony’s delicate,

her drunkenness

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are

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

him away and refused. “No need. Get out of my way.”

Why does he appear

of the car, thinking that Genevieve

“Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t

snorted directly, full

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the

the right to get involved before, but right then, he

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a

his eyes,