The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 695

“Thud!”

Isaac slammed his fist onto the office desk, and his eyes shadowed, “What are you implying?”

Marcel looked at him sympathetically, “You probably haven’t heard, but Noah works for Brittany.”

He clicked his tongue, “You should ask your dear wife about this matter.”

In Isaac’s ears, it was as if something had exploded, all his senses were stripped away at that moment!

Early in the morning, Brittany had already sent Daniel off to school.

Instead of heading to the office, she returhed to the Radiant Residences.

Emily had gone out to do the groceries, and Brittany felt a bit relieved. At least she didn’t have to explain to Emily why she was moving out again.

She informed Hannah Chester and her secretary to go and help her move.

After ending the call, she went back to her room to pack.

stuff. So, it took her less than half an hour to pack everything into her suitcase.

secretary arrived, they helped her pack the rest

she was heading downstairs, there was a man standing in the living

were bloodshot. He was still wearing the suit from the previous day. The once refined gentleman, then looked disheveled.

Brittany,

her eyes narrowing, “You two go ahead. I’ll catch

uneasy. She was afraid Isaac might have

Brittany reassured Hannah

the secretary, leaving the spacious living room empty except for the two of them.

she couldn’t hide it any longer. Her gaze was serene yet obscure.

with anger, “From the start, did you and

that had happened since Brittany’s return to the

even imagine when Brittany began plotting her revenge, even using herself as a

a slow, sip, “Do you remember, when I was very young, I grew

clenched his fists, “Because of Grandma?”

thorn in Brittany’s heart, and it was

determination, and she wouldn’t have easily let go of that matter. He had always been trying to make amends, hoping she would

for a long time, I considered you the most important

eyelashes quivering slightly, “But, you are not someone I can rely on. I haven’t forgotten

gripped the cup tightly, recalling the imprisonment, the coercion, the loss of her child, and