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 repeated.

look for her car one by one. He looked back at

when she drunk. She

before hearing

After a

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

leaves pitifully, looking

softened, and she squatted down

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

it, but she hadn’t brought any food

left, the puppy might not survive the

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

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

the dirt and picked up the

it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient, even

only whimpered.

standing there in

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

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

documents Daniel had handed

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

‘She never denied it. Then,

felt traces of unwillingness and

that as he

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged,

hand while opening the car

before she could open the door, a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness

at Anthony impatiently and

make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since

him away and refused. “No need. Get out of

does he appear before me every day?”

also got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

he spotted Anthony. He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s

snorted directly, full

Anthony, as well as what had been

to get involved

in the dark, he radiated a frigid

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.