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

car?”

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

drunk. She nodded

a few seconds before hearing a faint

After 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

trampled on the leaves pitifully, looking for something to eat.

and

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

at it, but she hadn’t brought any food

she left, the puppy might not survive the night

her hands, asking, “Do you want to come

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

and picked

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

only whimpered.

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

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

Anthony saw the figure,

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated

Lawrence and Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it

mused, ‘She never denied

traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and

as he

door fueled his already intense feelings.

when a very cool purple Ferrari

as he whistled at Genevieve and urged,

held the puppy with one hand while opening the car door with the other.

a hand emerged behind her and

smelled Anthony’s delicate,

drunkenness subsiding

impatiently and asked, “What are you

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

and refused. “No need. Get out of my

does he appear before

the car, thinking

car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman,

full of disdain.

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

get involved before, but right then, he did.