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.

similar all

my car?” she

one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking for

and

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

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

not survive the night

hands, asking,

palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking pitiful.

mind the dirt and picked up

felt so light that it appeared

only whimpered.

rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing

the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an

Anthony saw the figure,

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

Everyone knows, and she

never denied

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

be like that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

when a very

as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get

while opening the

open the door, a hand emerged behind her

delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What

He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you

away and refused. “No need. Get out

‘How unlucky I am. Why does he

got out of the car,

against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send

snorted directly, full of disdain.

Anthony, as well as what

to get involved before, but