Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 205 The Thai Gentleman

"It has to be because of you," Leah said, heartache evident in her voice. "Nobody else could make him so determined to divorce me..."

"How can I make it any clearer to you?" Sadie Roth was at a loss for words. "Ronan and I are a thing of the past. Even if he wasn't married to you, even if he were single, there's no way I'd go back to him!"

"Of course, I understand that you've moved on from him, but he hasn't moved on from you," Leah said with a forced smile. "He's foolishly thinking that divorcing me would open a path to chase after you again, but in reality, you already have someone in your sights, don't you? It's clear now that you're setting your sights on Mr. Clemens."

"You're right," Sadie Roth bluntly admitted, tired of the back-and-forth and hoping Leah would drop her pursuit. "I'm totally focused on winning over Mr. Clemens. In every possible way, he's a far better catch than Ronan Potter!"

"You're so full of yourself," Leah White said with scorn, "I did some digging. Mr. Clemens? He's got a fiancée. You were just a fling to him; he was never serious about you." "What?" A shiver ran through Sadie Roth. Micah Clemens had a fiancée? How was she unaware?

"The reason Ronan can't let go is that he knows you stand no chance with Mr. Clemens," Leah chuckled. "Actually, there's someone who could be a good match for you..." Sadie was utterly puzzled.

"Come on out!" Leah clapped her hands.

emerged from a private room, followed by

about six-foot-two, lean and straight in stature, sharing a faint resemblance to Micah Clemens-but with a

face, it was clear he

laced with mockery, "The one you spent the night

with a contemplative

never forgotten you-you were his very first client," Leah added with a hint of spurious kindness. "I paid a hefty twenty thousand for his time and arranged for

widened in disbelief, and her head shook frantically, "It

waking up to the

was relentless. "He hasn't forgotten. He takes a

gestured to the Thai

of his floral shirt and

locked onto them,

she was passed out drunk, clad only in a black bra. Her face was flushed crimson, and she was sprawled across a white bed. And there he was, the Thai man in the photos, angling the

Roth. Her skin crawled, and she felt