The Billionaire's Regret: Chasing My Ex

sed her arms over her chest, desperately trying to hide the embarrassing stain, her

his tone was completely devoid of the warmth or concern a love

EO approached, clapping Julian on the shoulde

otel staff member. "Take her to a lounge and get her a change of clo

n't lo

er tongue. In his world, his business and his public image-and the glamo

exchange. Her eyes narrowed, calculating and sha

wn a quiet, carpeted hallway to a private VIP lounge. She went into the

ned shirt, there was a knock on the door. A female attendant handed her

d courtesy for VIP guests who had accidents. She slipped in

ave the lounge when the

n her lips. "Well, Ms. Sullivan, that dress certainl

zero desire to engage with the woman who wa

e door. "Let me give you a piece of advice," Sabrina sneered, her true colors showing. "Don't covet

ething in common, Ms. Vance. I also have a low tolerance for people who speak to me with such

ury. "What is that supposed to

ling in her hands. "I'm just reminding you to watch your tone. I'm su

brina hissed, raising

the side, easily dodging the blow. She wasn'

d tactics. She kicked the door shut behind her and leaned aga

public girlfriend?" Sabrina asked, her voice dripp

s, and a name she had tried to bury deep in he

rying to push past Sabrina. She didn't realize her vo

torture. "Oh, it looks like you real

Sloane Sterling! Did you know that the silver watch he wears every single day is

Chloe like a p

y beneficial transaction. If he drops me tomorrow, I'll just find another billionaire to fund my career. Bu