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 all of the

my car?” she repeated.

for her car one by one. He looked back

when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

of feet away. closer look, she noticed that

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking

softened, and she squatted down

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

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

not survive the night and die ultimately.

her hands, asking, “Do you

licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against

and

and felt so light that it appeared to have no

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there

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

figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

documents Daniel had handed over

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never

denied it. Then, it’s

traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

be like that as he believed Genevieve

her by the bar’s door fueled his already intense feelings.

paused and was about to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the

one hand while opening the car door with

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

Anthony’s delicate,

her drunkenness

Anthony impatiently and asked, “What

simply said in a chilly

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

mused, ‘How unlucky I am. Why does he appear before me every day?”

car, thinking that Genevieve

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

snorted directly, full of

aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in

involved before, but right then,