Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 966: Leah Is Taking a Bath Now

The front desk shook her head apologetically, "I’m sorry, sir. It’s the guest’s privacy, we can’t tell you that."

Simon Ford’s eyes were red, "Then I’ll find her myself!"

After speaking, he turned and entered the elevator.

"Hey, sir!" The front desk quickly called out, but after Simon Ford left, the front desk imdiately picked up the phone and dialed a number.

Soon, the call was answered on the other end, and a low, magnetic voice ca through, "Hello."

It was Justin Xavier.

...

In the presidential suite.

Justin Xavier stood tall and handso in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand in his pants pocket, the other holding the phone to his ear. After hearing the report from the front desk, he casually lifted his thin lips, "Got it."

He hung up the phone.

At this mont, Leah Thorne’s charming and lovely face peeked out from behind, her seductive black eyes looking at him, "President Xavier, whose call was that?"

Justin Xavier glanced at her, "The mistress called, want to check on you?"

He handed the phone over.

In fact, Leah had her doubts; Justin was acting strange today, asking her to the hotel with sothing suspicious going on.

However, his act of handing over the phone so openly dispelled her doubts, and Leah curled her red lips, "President Xavier, what are you saying, what’s this about a mistress?"

Justin lowered his head, his thin lips landing on her smooth face, her youthful beauty was sothing he adored, "With you here, what else should I call the ones outside if not mistresses?"

Leah raised her delicate eyebrows, her lazy deanor like a little seductress, "President Xavier, you must be mistaken. I’m the one you’ve put a stamp on but can never make your wife, so I’m the mistress, and no one can take that from ."

Saying this, Leah pushed away his handso face that was nuzzling hers, "The ones outside should be called the fourth and fifth, you don’t have to check on anymore, that’s not the job of us mistresses. Once you have fourth and fifth mistresses, they’ll all be our sisters, and we’ll definitely serve you well together."

Leah said generously.

Justin laughed, rembering her grudges from last ti.

He reached out and pinched her petite chin, forcing her to lift her head and look him in the eye, "Leah, do you really want to marry and beco my Mrs. Xavier?"

Leah t his gaze, "Being your mistress only allows to use your money when you give it to , and who knows, one day you might get tired of and let go. But being your legitimate wife, your money would be mine, and I could spend it as I please, with national protection. Of course, I want to beco official and rise in status."

Justin studied her half-serious expression in silence for a few seconds; he had no intention of marrying her, nor anyone else.

With her looks, he felt uneasy about bringing her ho as a wife might always an courting trouble, so keeping her as a mistress seed more fitting.

Justin curved his thin lips into a mischievous grin, "Leah, don’t provoke . My Mrs. Xavier truly has to serve her man, not be like you, making a fuss after using just a hand or a mouth. I won’t marry a useless woman to keep around."

"..." Leah felt a headache coming on, sensing a communication barrier with this man.

With a "slap" sound, Leah brushed off his large hand and gave him a coquettish glare, "President Xavier, I’m going to take a bath first."

"Let’s bathe together." Justin eagerly followed her.

But when they reached the bathroom door, with a "slam," Leah closed the door directly and locked it as if guarding against a pervert.

Justin, left outside, "...?"

With her like this, she still thought he would marry her?

...

Inside the bathroom ca the sound of water streaming down, while Justin sat by the bedside, tugging at his necktie with a wild, rogue manner.

Soon, Simon Ford’s voice ca from outside, "Leah! Leah, where are you? Co out now!"

Simon Ford had co looking; all the presidential suites in the hotel were on one floor, easy to find, so he started knocking from room to room, calling loudly.

Justin scoffed coldly, finding it particularly amusing. Simon should thank Leah, or else he wouldn’t even bother dealing with soone so naive.

Justin had been dealing with all the rotten suitors around Leah in different ways, taking his ti.

The old lecher President Stone cherished money the most, so he crushed his company.

As for Simon Ford, a young man in his pri sincerely fancied Leah, so he had soone invite him out, making him wait expectedly on the street for two hours, only to watch the girl he liked hook up with another man, driving him to pain, madness, and rage.

This was quite entertaining.

At this mont, the noise outside grew louder, with Simon banging on doors and alarming many guests. The hotel security staff was called out.

"Leah! Leah, where are you?"

Justin rose imperiously and walked to open the room door.

Many security personnel were in the corridor; Simon stood at a presidential suite doorway looking in, "Leah! Leah!"

"Ah!" A female guest shrieked inside, "Who is this guy? Get him out of here!"

The security reached out to restrain Simon, "Sir, please leave imdiately, or we’ll call the police!"

Restrained, Simon struggled like a trapped beast, his face flushed with agitation, "Let go! Let go, I need to find Leah!"

Simon was like an ant on a hot pan, his mind consud with finding Leah.

Just then, hearing the security call out respectfully, "President Xavier."

President Xavier...

Simon snapped his head up, seeing Justin Xavier’s tall, refined figure down the hall.

Justin had shed his outerwear, now in just a white shirt and black pants, the tie loosely draped around his neck. He stood elegantly by the door, devoid of dayti’s courteous deanor, exuding a nocturnal charm with every lazy, alluring motion that would stir any woman’s heart.

Now Justin stood quietly, his usual superior stance, silently observing Simon’s current state of embarrassed unawareness.

Simon felt deeply humiliated, clenching his teeth audibly.

Then Justin waved a leisurely hand, "Dismissed."

"Yes, President Xavier." The security staff withdrew.

Simon imdiately rushed forward, "Justin Xavier, where’s Leah?"

Justin reached out, closing the room door behind him, "Young Master Ford, are you looking for Leah? Leah’s taking a bath right now."