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.

how similar all of the

my car?”

one by one. He

well–behaved when she drunk. She

seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

on the leaves pitifully,

and she squatted down

gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any

might not survive the night and die ultimately.

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

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

and

and felt so light that it appeared to have

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring

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

saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

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

never denied it.

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

like that as he believed

by the bar’s door fueled his already intense

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

as he whistled at Genevieve

while opening the car door

the door, a hand emerged behind

delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and asked, “What

out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a

him away and refused. “No need. Get

Why does he appear before me

of the car, thinking that

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

directly, full of

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in

right to get involved