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.

around and noticed how similar all of the

car?” she

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

drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

stood for a few seconds before hearing

After a

look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after

leaves pitifully, looking for something to

and she squatted down

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

but she hadn’t brought

might not survive the night and die

hands, asking, “Do you want to come

palm again

the dirt and

arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

standing there in a black shirt, staring

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

figure,

handed

Everyone knows, and she has never

never denied it.

sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

shouldn’t be like that as he believed

door fueled his

to move forward when a very

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at

with one hand while opening the car door with the

a hand emerged behind her

smelled Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a ride since you’ve

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

unlucky I am. Why does he appear

got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to send

full of

Genevieve and Anthony, as

to get involved before, but right then,