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.

around like a headless chicken. There had been a constant stream of negative news online, causing Grandeur Capital’s stock

under the same roof, they hardly had a chance to cross

was working from dawn till dusk, and even Daniel noticed his father’s busyness.

is Daddy very

Are you not happy with

nestled in her arms, shaking his head, “No,

and left the kid’s

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

about suspicion of embezzling public funds, suspicion of tax evasion and bankruptcy.

her, and Brittany, for once, had a good night’s sleep.

The next morning.

Early in the

arrived at Grandeur Capital, he

Grandeur Capital was rampant online. In just a few hours, the market

things to get that bad, let alone the shareholders who

pacifying the shareholders and returned to his

an extra

see.” Marcel Salter sat in his wheelchair,

he looked at his secretary, seemingly questioning how

secretary stuttered, “Mr. Sálter, I couldn’t

“Out.”