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.

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

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

pitifully, looking for something

softened, and she

high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they

laughed at it, but she hadn’t

not survive

hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy

mind the dirt and picked up

and felt so light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a black

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

the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

Everyone knows, and she

never denied it. Then,

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

shouldn’t be like that as he believed

bar’s door fueled his already intense

was about to move forward when a very cool purple

was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged,

the puppy with one hand while opening the car

door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed

delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What are

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

and refused. “No need. Get out of

am. Why does

the car, thinking that Genevieve was in

saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on

full

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

the right to get involved before, but right then,

Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he

his eyes, remembering