The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 694

The bidding had been a marathon, lasting a good three hours. Brittany was wholly engrossed, only letting out a sigh of relief when the results were announced.

Joseph had predicted that this piece of land would have ended up in Brittany’s possession. He came forward with his entourage, “Congrats, Ms. Dustin.”

Brittany, having secured the project, was in high spirits, “Thank you, Mason.”

She left with her team.

Joseph’s assistant gritted his teeth, “Young Master, Brittany doesn’t know what’s good for her. Should we…”

“Shut up!” Joseph snapped, “She is now part of the Salter family. If we’re to take action, now is not the time.”

The assistant swallowed his words.

After leaving the bidding venue, Brittany was escorted by her assistant to a victory feast. She wasn’t a fan of drinking, especially considering her health.

The whole company was invigorated, and Brittany was brimming with ambition, aiming to take the Dustin Group to new heights.

The project was secured, and a significant amount of capital was invested. That left Brittany somewhat strapped for cash.

Thankfully, things were going well. Wesley had negotiated with the bank and signed a loan agreement. The loan would be credited the following month, easing her financial strain.

The busiest period was over, and Brittany began to relax.

like a headless chicken. There had been a constant stream of negative news

the same roof, they hardly had a chance to

working from dawn till dusk, and even

is Daddy

“Yes, he is. Are you not

in her arms, shaking his head, “No, I’m very happy when Mommy

in and left the kid’s

her phone in her room, only to be met with a

of embezzling public funds,

bombarded her, and Brittany, for once,

The next morning.

bankruptcy was impossible to hide. Early

soon as Isaac arrived at Grandeur Capital, he was confronted by a

In just a few hours, the market value shrank by

get that bad, let alone the shareholders who used to be respectful then daring

spent some time pacifying the shareholders and returned to

an

sat in his

he looked at his secretary, seemingly questioning

“Mr. Sálter, I

“Out.”