The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Sydney had been itching for a fight and now that she found an opportunity the didn’t hold anything back.

Brittany’s hand tightened around her glass, “What did you say? Say that again!

Hannah quickly picked up on Enffany’s rising anger

Brittany’s grandmother was her lifeline. Recently the old lady had been seriously ill and Brittany had been taking care of her day and night. Now Sydney was bringing this up. How could Brittany not get furious?

But Sydney didn’t feel any shame. Instead, she was rather proud, “Why are you yelling at met two change a thing if say it a hundred times. She’s also a fool giving all her wealth to you Aren’t you afraid you wont find a kidney for her, and her

“Slap!” Bettany was boling with rage. She slammed a slap onto Sydney’s face, her eyes filled with cold fury

Sydney was fuming Bettany you dare hit me?”

Brittany just laughed softly than gave her two more sharp saps

“So what if I hit you?’ Bettany said. “Sydowy, if you dare disrespect my grandmother again, III high your head int

Brittany could tolerate Sydney’s provocations, but she would never tolerate anyone insuling her grandmother. And she was even making such malicious assumptions about Brittany

a spoled brat, couldn’t hold it in after being

hand, was thrilled. The opportuny had finally arrived Brittany’s weak spot was her grandmother, so Sydney’s

Mrs Ramsey heard the commotion and came over Seeing

Bettany unhappily Her aura as a wealthy mation was on ful display, “Ms. Dustin, you’ve unjustly hurt

guests were slem: They all knew Sydney provoked it first. But nobody dad to offend the

one dared to stand with Brittany. They just wanted to watch the

with a mocking gint in her eyes. “Sydney started

on Brittany. So what if she inherited the old lady’s weal?

a poor background, after all. You can’t compare to a heres like us “Ms. Ramsey chided her words laced with carcasm, obviously mocking

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back a distant relative tion The countryside. He said it was to keep them clase

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soon as these words were out

Hittany quickly pirtended to apologize, Mrs Ramsey, I’m sorry. I was just speaking my mind. You’re not

sone point hit, was

I’m from a poor background and you’re from a noble background. You wouldn’t stoop to my level, would you?” Brittany took a counteractive approach. Since Mrs. Ramsey was always proud of her noble birth, she