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.

around and noticed how similar all of the cars

my car?”

her car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked

she drunk. She nodded and

for a few seconds before hearing a faint

After a

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

leaves pitifully,

and she squatted down

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

at it, but she hadn’t brought

puppy might not survive the night

extended her hands, asking, “Do

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

and picked

felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient, even

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there

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

figure, he

had handed over infuriated Anthony.

Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

‘She never denied

traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

that as he

bar’s door fueled his already intense

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

in the car, smiled as he whistled at

with one hand while opening the car door with

before she could open the door, a hand emerged behind

delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are

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

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

‘How unlucky I am. Why does he

got out of the car, thinking that

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

snorted directly, full of disdain.

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

right to get involved before, but