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 back at her and said, “Wait

drunk. She nodded and

seconds before hearing

After a

feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

softened, and she squatted down

to discover that

it, but she hadn’t brought any food

not survive the night and die

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to

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

the dirt and picked up

in her arms and felt so light that it appeared

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a

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

figure,

Daniel had handed

knows, and she has never

never denied

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of

like that as he

her by the bar’s door fueled his already

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

he whistled at Genevieve and urged,

with one hand while opening the car door with

the door, a hand emerged

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What are

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

and refused. “No need. Get out of

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

also got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for

snorted directly, full of disdain.

and Anthony, as well as what had

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

noticeable in the dark, he

squinted his eyes,