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.

how similar all of

my car?” she repeated.

took 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 right back.”

she drunk. She nodded and didn’t

a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a

dozens of feet away. closer look, she

pitifully, looking

heart softened, and she squatted down

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

it, but she hadn’t brought any food with her.

the puppy might not survive the night and die

hands, asking,

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

didn’t mind the dirt and picked up

so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient, even

only whimpered.

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

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

the figure, he immediately

documents Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

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

denied it. Then, it’s

felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy

that as he

bar’s door fueled his

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

smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and

puppy with one hand while opening the car

could open the door, a hand emerged behind her

delicate, cool

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

impatiently and asked, “What

out Anthony’s expression. He simply said

refused. “No need. Get out

am. Why does he appear before me every

got out of the car,

the car, saying, “Look who’s here… Mr. Hoffman, isn’t it

full

and Anthony, as well as what

right to get involved before, but