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.

similar all

car?” she

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

when she drunk. She nodded and

stood for a few seconds before hearing a

After a

the street lamp dozens of feet away. closer look, she noticed

on the leaves pitifully, looking

and she squatted

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

laughed at it, but she hadn’t brought any

the puppy might not survive the night and die

her hands, asking, “Do you want to come with

seemed to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and

didn’t mind the dirt and

so light that it

only whimpered.

turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in

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

figure, he immediately recognized

Daniel had handed

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

denied

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

like that as he believed

door fueled his already intense

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

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

one hand while

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

Anthony’s delicate, cool aroma.

her drunkenness

at Anthony impatiently and asked,

make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said in

away and refused. “No need. Get out of

I am. Why does he appear before me

the car, thinking that Genevieve was

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

snorted directly, full of

that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well

to get involved before, but