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?”

car one by one. He looked back

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

for a few seconds before hearing a faint

After a

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.

pitifully, looking for something

softened, and she squatted down

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought

might not survive the night and die ultimately.

Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want

what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking pitiful.

didn’t mind the dirt and picked

it appeared to have no weight.

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring

lengthy. He was tall

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately

Daniel had handed over

and she has never

denied it. Then, it’s

felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

be like that as he believed

her by the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in

hand while opening

before she could open the door, a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate,

her drunkenness

impatiently and asked, “What are you

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

Genevieve pushed him away and refused. “No

am. Why does

out of the car, thinking

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

Anthony, as well

the right to get involved before, but right then,

in the dark, he radiated a frigid

eyes, remembering