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?”

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

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and

a few seconds before hearing a

After a

of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had

on the leaves pitifully,

softened, and she

her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they

she hadn’t brought any food with her.

the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

slowly extended her hands, asking,

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

and picked up

trembled in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient,

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

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

saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

handed over

she has never denied

‘She never denied it. Then,

felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

that as

door fueled his already intense feelings.

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

as he whistled at Genevieve

while opening the car door

before she could open the door, a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you

the dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get out

‘How unlucky I am. Why does

also got out of the car, thinking

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

directly, full

and Anthony, as well as what had been reported

didn’t have the right to get involved

darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in

squinted his eyes, remembering