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.

noticed how similar all of the

car?” she

look for her car one by one. He

drunk. She

before hearing a

After a

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

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something

and

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

but she hadn’t brought any food

she left, the puppy might not survive the night and die

her hands, asking,

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

dirt and

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

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black

shadow lengthy. He was tall and straight, attractive and noble, with an

saw the figure, he immediately

Daniel had handed over infuriated

and she has

denied it. Then,

traces of

be like that as he believed Genevieve was

by the bar’s door fueled

move forward when

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

the puppy with one hand while opening the car

a hand emerged behind

delicate, cool

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked,

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

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

I 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

snorted directly, full of disdain.

Genevieve and Anthony,

didn’t have the right to get involved before,