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

one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

a few seconds before

After a

street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born in

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for

softened, and she squatted

only to discover that they were not food.

it, but she hadn’t brought

puppy might not survive the night and

hands,

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

and

so light that it appeared

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a

stood by the door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable clarity and

the figure, he immediately recognized

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated

she has never denied it herself,”

never denied

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

that as he believed Genevieve was

the bar’s door fueled

paused and was about to move forward when a

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

puppy with one hand while opening the car door with the other.

door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and

couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said

away and refused. “No need. Get out

does he

the car, thinking that Genevieve

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

full

Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in

right to get involved before, but right then, he did.

darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark,

his eyes,