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.

how similar all of the cars

car?”

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

drunk. She nodded

before

After a

closer look, she noticed that it was

on the leaves pitifully, looking

and

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

it, but she hadn’t brought any food with

might not survive the

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do

her palm again and pressed its two muddy

dirt and picked

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

only whimpered.

standing there in a black shirt, staring at

under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and

figure,

handed over

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied

‘She never denied it. Then, it’s

Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

that as he

door fueled his already intense feelings.

about to move forward when a very

car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get

the puppy with one hand while opening the car door

emerged behind

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you doing?”

said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a

and refused. “No need. Get

Why does he appear before me every day?”

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve

here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it

snorted directly, full of disdain.

of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

involved