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

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

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

closer look, she noticed that it was

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

softened, and she squatted

tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any food

might not

slowly extended her hands, asking,

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

the dirt and picked up the

it appeared to have

only whimpered.

Genevieve rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

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

figure, he

had handed

Everyone knows, and she has

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of

as he believed Genevieve was his.

by the bar’s door

and was about to move forward when a very

he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in

the puppy with one hand while opening the car

open the door, a hand emerged behind

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are

couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride

“No

does he appear before me every day?”

car, thinking that Genevieve was

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

snorted directly, full

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

have the right to get involved before, but right

Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a frigid aura.

eyes, remembering Emilio.