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.

looked around and noticed how similar all of the

my car?” she repeated.

by one. He looked back at her

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

few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking for something

softened, and

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any

the puppy might not survive the night

that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want

again and pressed its two muddy claws against it,

mind the dirt and picked up

so light that it

only whimpered.

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

lengthy. He

the figure, he

handed

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has

never denied it. Then,

traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

shouldn’t be like that as he believed

by the bar’s door fueled his already intense

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

the car, smiled as he whistled at

with one hand while opening the car

emerged behind her

smelled Anthony’s delicate,

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

impatiently and

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

“No need. Get

am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

car, thinking that

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

full

between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the

right to get involved before, but right then, he did.