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.

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

was well–behaved when she drunk. She

few seconds before hearing a faint

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully,

and

licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover

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

might not

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with

had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws

the dirt and picked up the puppy.

it appeared to

only whimpered.

Genevieve rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing

the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was

figure,

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated

she has never denied it herself,” Daniel

never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

shouldn’t be like that as he believed

bar’s door fueled his already

when a very cool

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

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

she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on

delicate,

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and asked, “What are you

Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice,

refused. “No

I am. Why does

of the car, thinking that Genevieve

and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s

directly, full of

and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the news.

right to get involved before, but

noticeable in the dark, he radiated a

his eyes,