Pregnant and Divorced, The Billionaire's Regret
“Nah, now that I think about it, the fabricated can never be better than the original. And lastly, if I were you, I’d fix that attitude of mine, after all, you don’t want to accidentally step on the wrong foot.”
At the end of her speech, Arvan looked at her with an open mouth and wide eyes, and Irene, on the other hand, was shocked, not believing her ears.
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Leonica Romero.” She introduced with a proud smile and watched as Irene’s face completely deflated.
“Romero?” She repeated, the name ringing a bell in her head.