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.

looked around and noticed how similar all

car?” she

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

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run

seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

the leaves pitifully, looking for something

and she squatted

the tip of her 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 any food

not survive the night

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands,

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

the dirt and picked up the

so light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing there

the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an unmistakable clarity

figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed over infuriated

Everyone knows, and she

mused, ‘She never denied it.

he felt traces of unwillingness and

be like that as he believed Genevieve was

by the bar’s door fueled his already

and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

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

while opening the car

could open the door, a hand emerged

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding

at Anthony impatiently and

He simply said

and refused. “No need. Get out

mused, ‘How unlucky I am. Why does

out of the car, thinking that

tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it

snorted directly, full

Anthony, as well as what

have the right to get involved