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?”

took her car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her

drunk. She nodded and didn’t

seconds before hearing

After a

she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had

trampled on the leaves pitifully,

heart softened, and

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

she hadn’t brought any food with

puppy might not survive the night

Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want

palm again

the dirt and picked up

arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient,

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black

light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable

saw the figure, he immediately recognized

had handed

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

‘She never denied it.

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

be like that as he believed

by the bar’s door fueled his already intense

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the

with one hand while opening

a hand emerged

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness

Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are

He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give

away and refused. “No

‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me every

the car, thinking that

tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate

directly, full of

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

right to get involved

in

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.