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 the

car?” she

her car one by one. He looked back at her

she drunk. She

for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born in a month.

pitifully, looking for

softened, and she squatted

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any

left, the puppy might not survive the night and die

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

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

didn’t mind the dirt and picked

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

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

stood by the door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and

the figure,

handed over infuriated

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never

denied it. Then,

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

that as he

her by the bar’s door fueled

about to move forward when a very cool purple

in the car, smiled as he whistled

the puppy with one hand while

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

smelled Anthony’s delicate,

drunkenness

impatiently and asked,

Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

and refused. “No need. Get out of my

‘How unlucky I am. Why does he

car, thinking that Genevieve

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

snorted directly, full of

had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been

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