The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 58

The door swung open, and out came a bunch of goons armed with sticks, heading straight for the studio!

“Smash it up!” they shouted.

And with that, they swung their sticks at the studio. They were all so aggressive and

intimidating that everyone was scared shitless, and passersby were throwing them curious looks.

Brittany was about to answer some questions when she saw them coming and her face turned pale.

“Hannah, move!” she yelled.

Hannah was standing with her back to them, oblivious to the danger. Brittany quickly pulled her aside, but not before getting hit on the arm with a stick. The pain made her gasp!

These guys were clearly prepared. A few swings and the sign were smashed. One of the goons in the back was carrying a bucket of pig’s blood, which he promptly dumped all over Brittany.

“Let’s see if you dare to plagiarize again!”

“Loraine is not one to be messed with!”

out of

unbearable. The sound of shattering glass resounded in her ears, she felt as if her soul had been sucked

hurling insults, so Hannah picked up a stick

a festive day, they had the nerve to

reeked of

his jacket, and draped it

it when they saw the police being

of red. Her arm throbbed with pain, but her heart hurt more. She turned around to see the studio she had painstakingly decorated, destroyed. It was like a tornado had swept through, all traces of her

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15:23

“Mr. Salter, you okay?”

Isaac that he had been spacing out for the third time. He noticed that Isaac seemed distracted. Was it because of

snapped back to reality and cleared his throat. “Sorry,

Sydney arrived at Grandeur Capital. They were not stopped

Salter is

know who we are? I

offend Sydney, but neither did

Sydney’s high profile and felt a little