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.

one. He looked back at her and said,

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born in a month.

leaves pitifully,

heart softened, and she

only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay forlorn on her feet.

she hadn’t brought

the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with

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

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up

it appeared to have no weight.

only whimpered.

Genevieve rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there

streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He

saw the figure, he immediately

Daniel had handed

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she

never denied it.

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

as he believed Genevieve was his.

by the bar’s door fueled his already intense

move forward when

in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and

the puppy with one hand while

hand emerged behind her

Anthony’s delicate,

her drunkenness

Anthony impatiently and asked,

Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

him away and refused. “No

am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

of the car, thinking that Genevieve

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

directly, full of disdain.

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

involved before, but right

darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.