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

my car?” she repeated.

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

well–behaved when she drunk. She

stood for a few seconds before hearing a

After a

she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been

the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

softened, and she

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t

not survive the

hands, asking,

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

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up the puppy.

light that it appeared to

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt,

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

the figure,

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported previously.

never denied it. Then, it’s

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

that as he

her by the bar’s door fueled his already intense

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

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

the puppy with one hand while opening the car door

before she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her

delicate,

drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What are you

expression. He simply said in

“No need. Get

am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

out of the car,

here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it

snorted directly, full of disdain.

and Anthony, as well as what had been

get involved before, but right