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

my car?” she

and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked

was well–behaved when she drunk. She

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

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

leaves pitifully, looking

and she squatted down

licking the tip of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they

it, but she hadn’t brought any

might not survive the night and die ultimately.

extended her hands, asking, “Do you want

her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking

didn’t mind the dirt and

that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient, even

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black

shadow lengthy. He was

figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

had handed over

abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied

mused, ‘She never denied

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

that as he

bar’s door fueled his already

to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped

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

with one hand while opening

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

Anthony’s delicate,

frowned, her drunkenness subsiding

and

He simply said

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

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

out of the car, thinking that Genevieve

Anthony. He tutted and leaned against the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you

directly, full of

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what

the right to get involved before, but right then, he