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

my car?” she repeated.

and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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 something to

heart softened, and she squatted

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

hadn’t brought any food with her.

the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want

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

and

light that it appeared to have no weight. It

only whimpered.

rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there

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

Anthony saw the figure, he

handed

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

denied

of unwillingness and

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve was

her by the bar’s door fueled his

move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

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

one hand while opening the car door with

a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate,

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and asked, “What are you doing?”

she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said

him away and refused. “No need. Get out of my

I am. Why does

the car, thinking that

here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with

snorted directly, full of

Anthony, as well as

to get involved before, but right