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

car?” she repeated.

He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me

drunk. She nodded and

stood 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

leaves pitifully, looking

and she

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

at it, but she hadn’t

she left, the puppy might not survive the night

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands,

her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws

mind the dirt and picked up the

and felt so light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a

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

Anthony saw the figure,

had handed over infuriated

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

denied it. Then,

felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

shouldn’t be like that as he believed

door fueled his

when a very cool purple Ferrari

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in

while opening the car door with the other.

a hand emerged behind her and pressed her

smelled Anthony’s delicate,

frowned, her drunkenness

impatiently and asked, “What are you

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

Genevieve 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 Genevieve

Anthony. He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t

directly, full

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

the right to get involved before,