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

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

She nodded

seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and

the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were

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

puppy might not survive

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

again and pressed its two muddy

mind the dirt and picked

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

only whimpered.

and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing

He was

figure, he

Daniel had handed over

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has

‘She never denied it. Then,

of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

move forward when a very

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

one hand while opening the car

the door, a hand emerged

delicate,

her drunkenness

impatiently and

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

Genevieve pushed him away and refused. “No need.

I am. Why does he appear before

car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

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

snorted directly, full of

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony,

didn’t have the right to get involved before, but right then, he did.

noticeable in the dark, he

squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.