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

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

drunk. She nodded and

stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

leaves pitifully, looking for something

and

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

at it, but she hadn’t brought any food

puppy might not survive the night

hands, asking, “Do you want to come

said. It licked her palm again and

dirt and picked

in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there

streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and

figure, he immediately recognized

Daniel had handed over

Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,”

never denied it. Then, it’s

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

be like that as he believed

by the bar’s door fueled

move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

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

with one hand while opening the car door with the

door, a hand emerged behind her and

delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and asked, “What

expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give

“No need. Get out

mused, ‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear

car, thinking

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

directly, full

Anthony, as well as what

right to get involved before, but right then,

in the

his eyes, remembering Emilio.