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?”

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

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

few seconds before

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking

and she

of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not

she hadn’t brought any food

she left, the puppy might not survive the

slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with

seemed to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two

dirt and picked

her arms and felt so light that it appeared

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in

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

saw the figure, he

handed over infuriated Anthony.

Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel

never denied it. Then,

traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

shouldn’t be like that as

bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

move forward when a very cool

smiled as he whistled at

with one hand while opening the car door with the

hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on it.

Anthony’s delicate,

drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What are

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

him away and refused. “No need. Get out of

Why does

of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

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

directly, full

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

right to get involved before, but right then, he did.

noticeable in

squinted his eyes, remembering