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.

noticed how similar all of

my car?” she repeated.

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

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded

seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and she

puppy staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover

she hadn’t brought any food with

puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

slowly extended her hands,

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

mind the dirt and picked up the

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

only whimpered.

Anthony standing

made his shadow lengthy. He was

Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she

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

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve was his.

the bar’s door fueled

and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

one hand while opening the car door

open the door, a hand emerged behind

Anthony’s delicate,

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

Anthony impatiently and

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

refused. “No

I am. Why does he appear before me every

got out of the car, thinking

here… Mr. Hoffman,

full

between Genevieve and Anthony,

right to get involved before, but right