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

my car?” she repeated.

car keys and decided to look for her 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 and didn’t run about.

seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

dozens of feet away. closer look, she

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for

softened, and she squatted

high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not

hadn’t brought any food with her.

the puppy might not survive the night and

of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do

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

dirt and picked up

light that it appeared to have no weight.

only whimpered.

standing there in a

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

figure, he

handed over infuriated Anthony.

Everyone knows, and she has never denied

‘She never denied

traces of unwillingness and anger,

as

the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

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

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

hand while opening the car door with

the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

and asked,

she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

refused. “No need.

does he appear before me

out of the car, thinking that

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

directly, full of disdain.

had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as

right to get involved before, but right then, he did.