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

car?” she repeated.

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

drunk. She nodded and

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

a gray animal beneath the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded after being born in a

on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to

heart softened, and she squatted

of her high–heeled shoes, only to discover that they were not food. It

she hadn’t brought any food with her.

might not survive

that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands,

to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and

mind the dirt and picked

trembled in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a

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

the figure,

handed over

knows, and she has never denied it herself,”

never denied it. Then,

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

shouldn’t be like that as he believed Genevieve was his.

her by the bar’s door

to move forward when a very cool purple Ferrari stopped beside Genevieve.

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

the puppy with one hand while opening the car door with the

before she could open the door, a hand emerged

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

impatiently and

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

and refused. “No need. Get

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

the car, thinking that

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

full

Anthony, as well

have the right to get involved before, but right then, he did.