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

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

well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

stood for a few seconds before hearing

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking for

and she squatted down

to discover that they were

hadn’t brought any food

might not survive the night and

slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want

what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up the

arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It

only whimpered.

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

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

saw the figure, he

handed

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

never denied

felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

that as

door fueled his already

move forward when

the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get

with one hand while opening the car door with

hand emerged behind her

delicate, cool

her drunkenness

impatiently and asked, “What are you

simply said in a chilly

Genevieve pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get

am. Why does he

car, thinking

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

directly, full

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

to get involved before,

Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.