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

car?” she repeated.

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

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and she

her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It whimpered and lay forlorn on her feet.

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

she left, the puppy might not survive

her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against

the dirt and picked up

that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there

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

saw the figure, he

handed over infuriated

she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported previously.

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then, it’s true.‘

of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

as he believed Genevieve was

bar’s door fueled

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

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

hand while opening the

emerged behind her and

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

Anthony impatiently and asked,

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

“No need.

does he appear before me

the car, thinking that

who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for

snorted directly, full of disdain.

was aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony,

didn’t have the right to get involved before, but right then, he did.