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

car?”

one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll

was well–behaved when she drunk. She nodded

stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint

After a

the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a

leaves pitifully, looking for something

heart softened, and she squatted down

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

but she hadn’t

puppy might not survive the

hands, asking, “Do you want to come with me?”

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

mind the dirt and picked up the puppy.

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

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring

by the door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive

saw the figure,

documents Daniel had handed over

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

‘She never denied it. Then, it’s

felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

shouldn’t be like that as he

her by the bar’s door fueled his

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

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

hand while opening the car door with

emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on it.

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

and asked,

the dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve drunk.”

pushed him away and refused. “No

am. Why does he appear before me every

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

Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date

snorted directly, full of

between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what

get involved before, but right