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?”

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

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

a few seconds before hearing a faint

After a

lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for

and she squatted

shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay forlorn on

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

she left, the puppy might not survive

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

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it,

didn’t mind the dirt and picked

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

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

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

the figure, he immediately

handed over infuriated

and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel

never denied it. Then,

he felt traces of unwillingness

that as he believed Genevieve

door fueled his already intense

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

as he whistled at

with one hand while

emerged behind her and

Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

simply said in

away and refused. “No need. Get

Why does he appear before me

of the car,

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

full of disdain.

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what

to get involved before,

in the dark,

squinted his eyes, remembering