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

look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said,

well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded

stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something

softened, and she squatted

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

but she hadn’t brought any food with

not survive the

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

puppy seemed to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against

and picked

it

only whimpered.

rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in

made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized

Daniel had handed over infuriated

she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported

never denied it. Then,

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

that as he believed Genevieve was his.

by the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

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

while opening the car door with the other.

before she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her

delicate,

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you

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

away and refused. “No need.

unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

the car,

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

snorted directly, full of disdain.

and Anthony,

the right to get involved

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated

eyes,