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

my car?”

car one by one. He looked back at

she drunk. She nodded and

few seconds before hearing a faint noise

After a

she noticed that it was a gray little puppy that had been discarded

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 her feet.

but she hadn’t

she left, the puppy might not survive the night and die ultimately.

thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking,

had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling

dirt and picked up the

light that it appeared to have no weight. It

only whimpered.

Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at

under the streetlamp. The light made his shadow lengthy. He was

the figure, he immediately

documents Daniel had handed

married abroad. Everyone knows, and she

never denied

felt traces of unwillingness and

that as he believed Genevieve was his.

her by the bar’s door

forward when a

who was in the car, smiled as he whistled

the puppy with one hand while opening the car door

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

delicate,

her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

and asked, “What are you

the dim lighting, she couldn’t make out Anthony’s expression. He simply said

away and refused. “No need. Get out of

Why does

got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

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

snorted directly, full of

between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been

didn’t have the right to get involved before, but