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 all of the

car?” she repeated.

decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said,

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

before

After a

lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born

the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

and she squatted

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

hadn’t brought any food

the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

hands, asking, “Do you

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

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up the

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

only whimpered.

around, she noticed Anthony standing

by the door, under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He

the figure,

had handed

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she

mused, ‘She never denied it. Then,

heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of

that as he believed

her by the bar’s door fueled

about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

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

with one hand while opening the

emerged

delicate, cool aroma.

frowned, her drunkenness

impatiently and asked, “What are you doing?”

make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a

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

Why does he

of the car, thinking that Genevieve

here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for

directly, full of disdain.

was aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well

the right to get involved before,