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.

Isaac was running around like a headless chicken. There had been a constant stream of negative

same roof, they hardly had a chance

from dawn till dusk, and even

is Daddy very

“Yes, he is. Are you not

his head, “No, I’m

and left the kid’s

phone in her room, only to be met with a barrage of negative news about Grandeur Capital.

was about suspicion of embezzling public

and Brittany, for once, had

The next morning.

news of Grandeur Capital’s bankruptcy was impossible to hide. Early in the morning, Grandeur Capital’s stock took a

Grandeur Capital, he was confronted by a revolt

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

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

some time pacifying the shareholders

was an extra

sat in his wheelchair,

his secretary, seemingly questioning how that man had

stuttered, “Mr. Sálter, I couldn’t

“Out.”