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

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

when she drunk. She nodded

stood for a few seconds before hearing

After a

walked over unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born

leaves pitifully,

heart softened, and she

shoes, only to discover that

but she hadn’t brought any

puppy might not survive the night

her hands, asking, “Do you

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy

mind the dirt and picked

felt so light that it appeared to have no weight.

only whimpered.

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

the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble,

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has

denied it. Then,

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of

like that as he

bar’s door fueled

when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

as he whistled at Genevieve and

puppy with one hand while opening the car

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

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What are

said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve drunk.”

away and refused. “No need. Get out

am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

the car, thinking that

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

full

and Anthony,

get involved before,

hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a frigid

his eyes, remembering