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?” she

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

was well–behaved when she drunk. She

for a few seconds before

After a

away. closer look, she noticed that it was a

the leaves pitifully,

and

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

hadn’t

the puppy might not survive the night and

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

she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling

dirt and

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

only whimpered.

Genevieve rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there

The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and

the figure, he

had handed

and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported previously.

denied it.

he felt traces of unwillingness

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve was

door fueled his already intense

paused and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

one hand while opening the

the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you

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

“No need. Get out of my way.”

Why does

car, thinking

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

directly, full

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had

get involved before, but right

hardly noticeable in the

eyes,