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 repeated.

car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked

well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

for a few seconds before hearing

After a

beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that

leaves pitifully,

and she

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

hadn’t brought any food with her.

the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

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

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy

dirt and picked up

it appeared to have no weight.

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a

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

the figure, he

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

and Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied

denied it. Then,

of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve was his.

by the bar’s door fueled

paused and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

whistled at Genevieve and

hand while opening the car door with

a hand emerged behind

smelled Anthony’s delicate,

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and

simply said in a chilly voice,

away and refused. “No need. Get out of my way.”

am. Why does he appear

out of the car, thinking

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

full

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

get involved before,

slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark,

squinted his eyes, remembering