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.

and noticed how similar all

my car?” she

her car one by one. He looked back at

She

few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after

pitifully,

and she

of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover

she hadn’t brought any food with her.

the puppy might not survive the night and

extended her hands, asking, “Do you

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

dirt and picked up

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

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a

the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He

the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied

never denied it.

he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve

the bar’s door fueled his already intense

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

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

with one hand while opening the

emerged behind

delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What

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

and refused. “No need. Get out of my

I am. Why does he appear before me every

car, thinking

saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with

snorted directly, full of disdain.

had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

involved before, but right then, he did.