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 cars

car?”

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

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

before

After a

away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

softened, and

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

she hadn’t

the puppy might not

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with

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

dirt and

so light that it appeared to have

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring

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

saw the figure,

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated

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

never denied it. Then, it’s

traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

be like that as he believed Genevieve was

door fueled his

forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

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

with one hand while opening the

open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly

delicate, cool aroma.

drunkenness subsiding significantly.

looked at Anthony impatiently and asked,

couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I’ll give you a

refused. “No need. Get out

‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me every

car, thinking that Genevieve was

Hoffman, isn’t it inappropriate for you to

snorted directly, full of disdain.

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

didn’t have the right to get involved before, but