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.

chicken. There had been a constant stream of

under the same roof, they hardly had a

dawn till dusk, and even

is Daddy

Are you not happy

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

Daniel in and left

to be met with

public funds,

for once,

The next morning.

Early in the morning, Grandeur Capital’s stock took a

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

about Grandeur Capital was rampant online. In

things to get that bad, let alone the shareholders who used to be respectful then daring to confront him!

pacifying the shareholders and

an extra

no see.” Marcel Salter sat in his wheelchair, with

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

stuttered, “Mr. Sálter, I couldn’t stop him.”

“Out.”