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

car?”

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

After a

dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that

pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and she squatted

to discover that they were not

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

might not survive the night and die ultimately.

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

her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking

dirt and picked up the

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

only whimpered.

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

The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and

the figure, he

Daniel had handed

Everyone knows, and she

denied it. Then, it’s

sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

be like that as he believed Genevieve was his.

by the bar’s door fueled his already intense

move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

smiled as he whistled at Genevieve

one hand while opening the car door

the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed

delicate, cool

her drunkenness

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

out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

and refused. “No need. Get out of my

mused, ‘How unlucky I am. Why does he

got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate

directly, full

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony,

right to get involved before, but right then, he