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?”

her car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here.

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

seconds before hearing

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully,

and she

high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay forlorn

but she hadn’t brought any

puppy might not survive the

extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come

again

mind the dirt and picked up the puppy.

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

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there

streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with

Anthony saw the figure, he

documents Daniel had handed

Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel

denied

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

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

by the bar’s door fueled his already

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled

one hand while opening the car door

a hand emerged behind her and

Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What are you

couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. 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

am. Why does he appear before

car, thinking that Genevieve was

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

directly, full of

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

have the right to get involved before, but right

face darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he

his eyes,