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.

from a private room, followed by

in stature, sharing a

seeing his face, it was clear he was

him?" Kathleen pointed at the Thai man, her voice laced with mockery, "The

surveyed Sadie Roth with a

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

and her head shook frantically, "It can't be him... It

clouded with alcohol that night, and she was unable to recall the man's face, she vividly remembered waking up to the sight of his retreating figure and the distinctive tattoo on his lower back... There was no mistaking

not him, then who?" Kathleen's sneer was relentless. "He hasn't forgotten. He takes a snapshot

gestured to the Thai

several photos from the pocket of

onto them, her mouth

across a white bed. And there he was, the Thai man in the photos, angling the camera to get

Her skin crawled, and she felt