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.

running around like a headless chicken. There had been a constant stream of negative news online,

they hardly had a

was working from dawn till dusk, and even

Daddy very busy?”

nose, “Yes, he is. Are you not happy with Mommy’s

his head, “No, I’m very

Daniel in and left the kid’s

only to be met with a

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

her, and Brittany, for

The next morning.

to hide. Early

Grandeur Capital, he was confronted by a revolt from the shareholders!

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

let alone the shareholders

some time pacifying the shareholders and

an

Marcel Salter sat in his wheelchair, with Leda

narrowed as he looked at his secretary, seemingly questioning how that man had managed to get

Sálter, I

“Out.”