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.

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

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

seconds before hearing a faint

After a

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

pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and she squatted down

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

but she hadn’t brought

might not survive

hands, asking, “Do you

again

and picked

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

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring

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

figure, he

had handed

Everyone knows, and she has never denied

never denied it. Then,

traces of unwillingness and

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve was his.

her by the bar’s door fueled

paused and was about to move forward when

whistled at Genevieve

puppy with one hand while opening the car door

she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her

Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and

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

him away and refused. “No need. Get out

am. Why does he appear

out of the car, thinking

Anthony. He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t

snorted directly, full of disdain.

between Genevieve and Anthony, as

get involved before, but right then, he did.

darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in

his eyes, remembering