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 of the cars

my car?” she repeated.

for her car one by one. He looked back at her

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

few seconds before hearing a

After a

away. closer look, she noticed that it was

pitifully, looking for

softened, and she squatted

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any food

puppy might not survive

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking,

to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two

mind the dirt and picked up

light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient, even

only whimpered.

she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring

lengthy. He was tall and straight,

figure, he

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated

knows, and she has never denied

never denied it. Then, it’s

sank. Somehow, he felt traces of

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve

bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari

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

while opening the car door with

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

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and asked, “What are

expression. He simply said in a chilly voice,

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

I am. Why does he appear before

of the car, thinking that Genevieve was

he spotted Anthony. He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send her? She’s on a date with me

snorted directly, full of

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

didn’t have the right to get involved