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

well–behaved when she drunk. She

before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

on the leaves pitifully, looking

and she squatted

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought

not

her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

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

mind the dirt and picked up the

felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing there in

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

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized

handed over

and Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has

denied

of unwillingness and anger,

be like that as

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

move forward when a

the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

hand while opening the car door with

door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her

delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What are you

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

pushed him away and refused. “No

does he appear before me

out 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 inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date

directly, full of

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony,

the right to get involved

in the dark, he

squinted his eyes,