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.

looked around and noticed how similar all of the

my car?” she

one by one. He looked

when she drunk. She

seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

closer look, she noticed that it was

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

and she squatted down

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

hadn’t brought

left, the puppy might not survive the

extended her hands,

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

dirt and picked up the

it appeared to have

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

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

saw the figure,

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

knows, and she

denied it.

of

that as he believed Genevieve was his.

her by the bar’s door fueled

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

he whistled at

held the puppy with one hand while opening the car

she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her

delicate,

her drunkenness

at Anthony impatiently and

He simply said in a

refused. “No need. Get

I am. Why does he appear

got out of the car,

saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for

directly, full of disdain.

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

to get involved before, but right then,