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

keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back

when she drunk. She

stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

walked over unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been

pitifully, looking

softened, and she

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

she hadn’t brought any food with

puppy might not

slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

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

the dirt and picked

it

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at

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

figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

Daniel had handed

she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported

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

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

as he believed

bar’s door fueled

when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in

the puppy with one hand while opening the car

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

Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What

out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a

and refused. “No need. Get

Why does he appear

of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

“Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with me

full

aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

involved

in the dark,

squinted his eyes, remembering