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

by one. He looked back at her and

when she drunk. She nodded

few seconds before hearing

After a

away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little

leaves pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and she

only to discover that

but she hadn’t brought any food

might not survive

extended her hands, asking,

palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and

and picked

it appeared

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing

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

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized

Daniel had handed over

she

denied it.

traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

that as he believed Genevieve was

door fueled his already intense feelings.

about to move forward when a very

whistled at Genevieve

the puppy with one hand while opening the car door

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

Anthony’s delicate,

her drunkenness

impatiently and asked,

He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve drunk.”

Genevieve pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get out of my

‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear before

of the car,

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

full

between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what

involved before, but right then, he

face darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the

squinted his eyes,