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 were.

my car?” she repeated.

to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll be right

well–behaved when she drunk. She

few seconds before

After a

she noticed that

the leaves pitifully,

and she squatted

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

she hadn’t

puppy might not survive the night and

Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking,

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

and picked up the

and felt so light that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was

the figure, he immediately recognized

handed over

Everyone knows, and she

denied it. Then,

he felt traces of unwillingness

shouldn’t be like that as he

the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the car.”

one hand while opening the car door with the

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

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness

and asked, “What are you doing?”

make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve

pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get out of my way.”

‘How unlucky I am. Why does

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve

He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on

directly, full of

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

right to get involved before, but right then,