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.

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

She nodded and didn’t run

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

over unconsciously and saw a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she

leaves pitifully,

softened, and she squatted down

high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It

at it, but she hadn’t

not survive the

hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

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

dirt and

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

only whimpered.

standing there in a black shirt, staring at

door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable clarity and

the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

Daniel had handed over infuriated

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never

mused, ‘She never denied it.

of unwillingness

like that as

her by the bar’s door fueled his

forward when a very

car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged,

puppy with one hand while opening the car door with the

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

Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you doing?”

she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride

“No need. Get out of my way.”

‘How unlucky I am. Why does

car,

who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on

snorted directly, full

Anthony, as well as what

have the right to get involved before,

hardly noticeable in

squinted his eyes,