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?”

took her car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

before hearing a faint

After a

of feet away. closer look, she noticed that

leaves pitifully, looking for something to

softened, and she

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

it, but she hadn’t

might not survive the night

hands, asking, “Do

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

mind the dirt and picked up

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

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there

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

the figure, he immediately

documents Daniel had handed

Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

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

of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his already

when a very

smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and

with one hand while opening the car door with the

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

delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What are

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

“No

Why does he appear before me

the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

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

full

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

involved before, but right then, he did.

noticeable in

eyes, remembering