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 repeated.

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

well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

a few seconds before hearing a faint

After a

walked over unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a

leaves pitifully, looking

softened, and she

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

she hadn’t brought any food with

the puppy might not survive the

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do

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

didn’t mind the dirt and

that it appeared to have

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there

He was tall and straight, attractive

the figure, he immediately

handed

she has never denied it

denied it.

felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled

forward when a very cool purple

whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the

hand while opening the car

open the door, a hand emerged behind her and

Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you

said in a chilly

pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get out of my

mused, ‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me

of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in

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

full of disdain.

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony,

right to get involved before,

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in

his eyes,