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.

my car?” she repeated.

car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll

well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded

for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

on the leaves pitifully, looking for

softened, and she squatted

her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were

it, but she hadn’t brought

left, the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

hands, asking, “Do you want to come with

to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against

didn’t mind the dirt and picked

and felt so light that it appeared

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there

He was tall and straight, attractive and noble,

the figure,

documents Daniel had handed over

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

denied it. Then, it’s

he felt traces of unwillingness and

that as he believed Genevieve was his.

the bar’s door

to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

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

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

emerged behind her

delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and asked, “What are you

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

away and refused. “No

Why does he

also got out of the car,

leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman,

full of disdain.

aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported

get involved before, but right then, he did.

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark,

his eyes, remembering