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?”

for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll

She

stood for a few seconds before

After a

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

pitifully, looking

heart softened, and she squatted down

staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that

it, but she hadn’t

puppy might not survive

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

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

mind the dirt and picked

and felt so light that it

only whimpered.

and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there

made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight,

figure, he immediately

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

she has never denied

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then, it’s

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

that as he believed Genevieve

by the bar’s door fueled his already

to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the car.”

puppy with one hand while

a hand emerged

delicate,

her drunkenness subsiding

at Anthony impatiently and asked,

make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly

pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get out

unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me

of the car, thinking that

Hoffman,

directly, full of

Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in

to get involved before,

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in

his eyes, remembering