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

her car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for

She

a few seconds before hearing a faint

After a

street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking

heart softened, and

tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they

hadn’t brought any food with

she left, the puppy might not survive the night and die

extended her hands, asking, “Do you

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

the dirt and picked

that it appeared

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

He was tall and

figure, he

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported previously.

denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

felt traces of unwillingness and

be like that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

with one hand while opening the car

hand emerged behind her and pressed

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness

Anthony impatiently and

the dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said

and refused. “No need.

I am. Why does he appear before me

car, thinking that Genevieve

who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send

snorted directly, full of disdain.

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony,

the right to get involved before, but right then, he did.

face darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in

his eyes, remembering