The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 723

Brittany was nonchalant, sipping her wine while Hannah, noticing her calm demeanor, wisely changed the subject.

The Salter Villa.

Every member of the Salter family was gathered around.

Those who had previously treated Marcel and his mother with disdain were then rushing to curry favor with them.

Grace Salter sat at the head of the table, her face ashen, as if that wasn’t a family feast but a tense situation reminiscent of Caesar’s last supper.

After all those years, Leda was finally getting her moment in the sun.

When Isaac arrived, Leda didn’t even bother to make eye contact.

Seeing her, Isaac was filled with an intense fury. Before anyone else could react, he grabbed Leda, threw her down on the ground, and started to slap her repeatedly.

Leda was in a lot of pain. Naturally, tears and snot streamed down her face.

“Isaac, let her go!” Marcel shouted, enraged. He hadn’t expected Isaac to attack.

Ignoring Marcel, Isaac glared at Leda, his eyes cold and menacing. “If you dare lay a finger on my son again, I’ll have you join Manuel Salter in the grave!”

daring

kicked Leda aside. The other members of the

Capital, Isaac was still the

power for so many years, they were still afraid of him even at that

Salter. The person sitting next to her quickly got up, giving their seat

was helped up by a servant, still seething with resentment.

cold look from Isaac silenced

said, “Leda, that’s the second

the second time she had hurt someone close

away, not daring

breaths came in short. “Isaac, you laying hands on my mother in front of me; is this your idea of peaceful

until she’s bloody and throw her out the door, then we can talk

sickly daughter,

Grace, massaged her

supposed family feast was nothing more than

the extended family members were carefully trying to please Marcel, hoping to gain some benefits

could do was watch

of wine, Marcet said, “Mrs. Salter, I’m part of the Salter family now. When will you give me the family registry? My parents should get