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

by one. He looked back at her and said,

She nodded and

before hearing

After a

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

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something

softened, and she squatted

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

at it, but she hadn’t brought any food with

she left, the puppy might not survive the

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do

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

the dirt and

so light that it appeared to have no weight. It

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive

figure, he immediately

had handed

Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied

never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

that as he believed Genevieve was his.

by the bar’s door fueled his already

paused and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

he whistled at

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

she could open the door, a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What are you

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

and refused. “No need.

‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear

car, thinking that Genevieve was

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

snorted directly, full of disdain.

Anthony, as well as what had

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

hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a frigid aura.

his eyes,