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?”

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

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

for a few seconds before

After a

unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it

trampled on the leaves pitifully,

and she squatted down

tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay forlorn on

she hadn’t brought any food

the puppy might not survive the night and die

Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do

her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it,

the dirt and picked up the puppy.

that it appeared to have

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing

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

figure,

Daniel had handed over

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

‘She never denied it. Then, it’s

sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

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

with one hand while opening the car door with

emerged behind

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness

and asked, “What are you

lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve drunk.”

“No need. Get

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

got out of the car, thinking that

Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to

directly, full of

and Anthony, as well

to get involved before, but right

face darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark,

his eyes,