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.

and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

and

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

at it, but she hadn’t brought any food

might not survive the night and die

Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

It licked her palm again and

mind the dirt and picked up the

and felt so light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a

shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight,

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

Everyone knows, and she

denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

be like that as he believed Genevieve was his.

bar’s door fueled his

move forward when a

as he whistled at

the puppy with one hand while opening the car

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

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding

and asked, “What are you doing?”

make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve

away and refused. “No

unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me

also got out of the car, thinking that

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

snorted directly, full of

everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the news.

get involved before, but

in the dark, he radiated a frigid

squinted his eyes, remembering