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

her car one by one. He looked

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

before hearing a

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

softened, and she

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

she hadn’t brought

she left, the puppy might not survive the night and

slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do

It licked her palm again and pressed

and picked up the puppy.

trembled in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black

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

saw the figure, he

documents Daniel had handed

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

never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

felt traces of unwillingness

as he believed Genevieve was his.

by the bar’s door fueled his

and was about to move forward when a very

as he whistled at Genevieve and

one hand while opening the car door with

hand emerged behind her

Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

impatiently and asked, “What are you

simply said

Genevieve pushed him away and refused. “No need.

I am. Why does he appear

also got out of the car,

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

full

Anthony, as well as what had

right to get involved before,

hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated

eyes, remembering