Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

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.

and noticed how similar all of

car?” she repeated.

car one by one. He looked back at her and

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking for something

heart softened, and she squatted

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

hadn’t brought any food with

left, the puppy might not survive the

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you

seemed to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking

didn’t mind the dirt and

it appeared to have no weight.

only whimpered.

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

streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and

the figure,

Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

and Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then, it’s

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

as

by the bar’s door fueled his

to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

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

while opening the

before she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on

delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness

and asked, “What

dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly

and refused. “No need. Get out of

does he appear before me every

also got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

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

directly, full of disdain.

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

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