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.

car one by one. He looked back at

was well–behaved when she drunk. She

seconds before

After a

dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded

pitifully, looking for

softened, and

puppy staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay forlorn

at it, but she hadn’t

the puppy might not survive the night and die

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

palm again and pressed its two

and picked up the puppy.

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

only whimpered.

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

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

Anthony saw the figure, he

handed over infuriated Anthony.

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

denied it. Then, it’s

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

be like that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his already

about to move forward when a very

whistled at Genevieve and

held the puppy with one hand while opening the car door with the other.

the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on

Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding

Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you

simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve drunk.”

and refused. “No need. Get out

unlucky I am. Why does

out of the car, thinking that

he spotted Anthony. He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her?

directly, full of disdain.

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

didn’t have the right to get involved before, but right then,

face darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.