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

for her car one by one. He looked

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

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

on the leaves pitifully, looking for

heart softened, and she

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any food with

the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

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

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

mind the dirt and

light that it appeared to have no weight.

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in

He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with

figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

handed over infuriated Anthony.

and she has never

never denied it. Then,

felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

be like that as

bar’s door fueled

move forward when a very cool

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

hand while opening the

she could open the door, a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

at Anthony impatiently and asked,

said in a chilly voice,

and refused. “No need. Get out

‘How unlucky I am. Why does

the car, thinking that Genevieve was in

Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date

snorted directly, full

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well

involved before, but right then, he

hardly noticeable in the dark,

squinted his eyes, remembering