Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 170 Emitook off his cap, revealing his charming features.

With his appearance, it was unreasonable for him to be unfamous.

Emiwas far greater than those pretty boys.

At that moment, he said with a bitter expression, “Girls, | genuinely don’t have money. A senior executive at the brand | endorsed attempted to take advantage of me. So, | beat them up. As a result, the liquidated damages in the contract were a scam, and | nearly lost everything. | cut ties with my family when | joined the industry. If | return and ask for money, how can | 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. | think you're unsuitable for this job and should have returned long ago,” she said.

Emifelt 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.

Emipicked 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.

Emisent Genevieve outside. He had an average tolerance to alcohol and displayed no signs of intoxication on his face.

“Where's your car?” Emiasked.

Genevieve looked around and noticed how similar all of the cars were.

“Where's my car?” she repeated.

Emitook her car keys and decided to look for her car one by one. He looked back at her and said, “Wait forhere. I'll be right back.” Genevieve was well-behaved when she drunk. She nodded and didn’t run about.

Genevieve stood for a few seconds before hearing a faint noise nearby.

After a She walked over unconsciously and saw 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 month.

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

Genevieve's heart softened, and she squatted down The puppy staggered 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.

Genevieve laughed at it, but she hadn't brought any food with her.

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

Upon thinking of that, Genevieve slowly extended her hands, asking, “Do you want to cwith me?” The puppy seemed to understand what she had said. It licked her palm again and pressed its two muddy claws against it, trembling and looking pitiful.

Genevieve didn’t mind the dirt and picked up the puppy.

It trembled in her arms and felt so light that it appeared to have no weight. It was exceedingly obedient, even only whimpered.

As Genevieve rose and turned around, she noticed Anthony standing there in a black shirt, staring at her.

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

When Anthony saw the figure, he immediately recognized Genevieve.

The documents Daniel had handed over infuriated Anthony.

“Ms. Lawrence and Louis married abroad. Everyone knows, and she has never denied it herself,” Daniel reported previously.

Anthony mused, ‘She never denied it. Then, it’s true.” Anthony’s heart sank. Somehow, he felt traces of unwillingness and anger, melancholy and bitterness.

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

Observing her by the bar's door fueled his already intense feelings.

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

Emilio, who was in the car, smiled as he whistled at Genevieve and urged, “Get in the car.” Genevieve held the puppy with one hand while opening the car door with the other.

But before she could open the door, a hand emerged behind her and pressed her firmly on it.

She smelled Anthony's delicate, cool aroma.

Genevieve frowned, her drunkenness subsiding significantly.

She looked at Anthony impatiently and asked, “What are you doing?” Under the dim lighting, she couldn't make out Anthony's expression. He simply said in a chilly voice, “I'll give you a ride since you've drunk.” Speechless, Genevieve pushed him away and refused. “No need. Get out of my way.” She mused, ‘How unlucky | am. Why does he appear beforeevery day?” Emialso got out of the car, thinking that Genevieve was in trouble.

Then, he spotted 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 on a date withtonight.” Emisnorted directly, full of disdain.

He was aware of everything that had occurred between Genevieve and Anthony, as well as what had been reported in the news.

He didn’t have the right to get involved before, but right then, he did.

Anthony’s face darkened slightly. Although hardly noticeable in the dark, he radiated a frigid aura.

He squinted his eyes, remembering Emilio.

Emilio, an entertainer from Anthony's bought Royal Entertainment was in a state of shelving and causing problems everywhere. He couldn't becpopular-even if the company tried.

After remembering that, Anthony snorted coldly and looked at Emiwith even more contempt.

He looked at the tipsy Genevieve before sweeping coldly to Emiand said in a deep voice, “You should knc your place. Not everyone deserves to go on a date with you.” His remarks and patronizing posture enraged Emilio.

Anthony ignored him and led Genevieve to his car.

However, Genevieve withdrew her hand and clenched it against the window.

“My car...“” she mumbled.

Anthony was stunned for a second before realizing that the car belonged to a lady-most likely Genevieve He halted and looked at Emiwith disdain.

He opened the door and pushed Genevieve in.

Then, he moved over to Emilio, and the pressing vibe made people feel upset.

Without saying a word, Emigot into the driver's seat and raised his eyebrows proudly.

Emergency calls only M Chapter 170 50% 18:15 5 He remarked, “I deserve it, Mr. Hoffman. Don’t worry about it. Instead, it would be dangerous for you to send her home.” Their eyes were sharp and deadly in an instant.

The tit-for-tat aura lasted for a moment; they never gave in to one another.

Emistarted the car.

Just as they were about to leave, Anthony took out his phone and called the police.

Under Emilio’s astonished glance, Anthony calmly said, “Is this the traffic police? I'd like to report something.

Someone is driving after drinking.” Emicursed inwardly, “Damn it!”