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 the cars were.

car?” she repeated.

for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll be right back.”

well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

for a few seconds before

After a

feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

softened, and she

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

she hadn’t

not

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

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

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up

felt so light that it

only whimpered.

and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was

the figure, he immediately recognized

documents Daniel had handed

Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has

mused, ‘She never denied

sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and

be like that as he believed

the bar’s door fueled his already

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

as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get

one hand while opening the car door

door, a hand emerged behind

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What are you

she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give

“No

does

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

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

full of

between Genevieve and Anthony, as

get involved