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?”

He looked back at her and

drunk. She nodded and

few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

heart softened, and

over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not

it, but she hadn’t brought any food

she left, the puppy might not survive the night

that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking,

her palm again and pressed

mind the dirt and picked up

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

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at

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

saw the figure,

handed over infuriated

knows, and she has

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then,

he felt traces of

like that as he

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

about to move forward when a very cool

was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged,

while opening the car door with the other.

hand emerged behind her and pressed

delicate, cool

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you

Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

and refused. “No need. Get

am. Why does he appear before me every

of the car,

Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with me tonight.”

snorted directly, full of disdain.

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the

have the right to get involved before, but right then, he

noticeable in the dark,

his eyes, remembering