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.

similar all of the cars

my car?” she repeated.

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

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

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 being born in a

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

and she

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

at it, but she hadn’t brought

not survive the night

extended her hands, asking,

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

dirt and

that it appeared to

only whimpered.

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

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

the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported

mused, ‘She never denied

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

shouldn’t be like that as he

her by the bar’s door fueled

move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

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

hand while opening the car

hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

impatiently and asked, “What are you

He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a

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

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

out of the car, thinking

“Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to

full of

of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had

get involved before, but right then,