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

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

she drunk. She nodded

a few seconds before hearing

After a

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

leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

heart softened, and

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

it, but she hadn’t brought any food

not survive the night and

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

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

and picked

it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient, even

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a

light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an

saw the figure, he immediately recognized

had handed over infuriated

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has

denied it. Then,

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

that as he

the bar’s door

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and

while opening the car door

a hand emerged behind her and pressed

delicate,

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What

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.”

him away and refused. “No need. Get out of my

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

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve

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

full of disdain.

was aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well

involved before, but right then, he did.

Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated

his eyes, remembering Emilio.