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?”

decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said,

well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded

seconds before hearing a

After a

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

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something

heart softened, and

puppy staggered over, gingerly licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover

she hadn’t brought any food

left, the puppy might not survive the

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

she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up the puppy.

felt so light that it

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable clarity and restraint.

figure, he immediately

handed

Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she

never denied it. Then, it’s

Somehow, he felt traces of

that as

by the bar’s door fueled

to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the

while opening the car door with

the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on it.

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What are you doing?”

the dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll

and refused. “No need. Get out of

unlucky I am. Why does

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you

snorted directly, full

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

the right to get involved before, but