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.

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

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded

stood for a few seconds before hearing a

After a

over unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed

pitifully,

and

to discover that they were not food.

it, but she hadn’t brought any food

might not survive the night

slowly extended her hands, asking,

what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two

mind the dirt and picked up

her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have

only whimpered.

and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

He was

figure, he

documents Daniel had handed

she has never denied it herself,”

mused, ‘She never denied it.

of

be like that as he

the bar’s door fueled his

to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get

the puppy with one hand while opening the car

could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness

impatiently and asked, “What

said in a chilly

pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get

unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me every

also got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

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

full of

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been

right to get involved before, but right then,

noticeable in the dark, he radiated a

eyes,