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.

my car?”

decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded and

for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking for

heart softened, and she squatted down

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

she hadn’t brought any food with

she left, the puppy might not survive the night and die

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

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

the dirt and picked up

in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a

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

the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed over infuriated

knows, and she

‘She never denied

he felt traces of unwillingness and

be like that as

the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged,

while opening the

could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on

Anthony’s delicate,

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and

lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice,

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

Why does

got out of the car, thinking

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

full of

occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

get involved