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

She

seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking

and she squatted

licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food.

she hadn’t brought any food with

puppy might not

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

again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling

mind the dirt and picked up

in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have

only whimpered.

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

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

saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

documents Daniel had handed over

Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied

denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

be like that as he believed

door

and was about to move forward when

as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get

with one hand while opening the car

she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and

Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are

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

Genevieve pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get out of my way.”

unlucky I am. Why does he

out of the car, thinking that

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

full of disdain.

between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the news.

the right to get involved

in the

his eyes, remembering