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

my car?” she repeated.

He looked back at her and said,

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

before hearing

After a

a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after

leaves pitifully, looking for

softened, and she squatted

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

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

left, the puppy might not

hands, asking, “Do you

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

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up

so light that it appeared

only whimpered.

noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring

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

figure,

Daniel had handed over infuriated

Everyone knows, and she has never

denied

felt traces of unwillingness and anger,

be like that as he

bar’s door fueled his

to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside

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

one hand while opening the car door with the

a hand emerged

delicate, cool

drunkenness subsiding

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked,

make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll

refused. “No need. Get

does he appear before me every

also got out of the car,

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

snorted directly, full

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

involved before, but