The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 672

Isaac whisked Brittany away, silencing the surrounding guests who wisely refrained from discussing the incident any further.

William didn’t expect Mrs. Dillion to treat Brittany so harshly; his face was ashen as he genuinely requested, “Mom, please be nicer to Bri.”

“You…”

“Enough, just drop it,” Timothy interjected, clearly impatient, “William’s right. If it weren’t for Ms. Dustin, we would’ve been kicked out of Imperial City long ago. Why are you targeting her?”

Mrs. Dillion felt indignant on William’s behalf and feared he would keep pursuing Brittany, potentially missing out on a better match.

Turning on his heel, William went away.

Olivia chased after him, “William/wait for me.”

Brittany, having been led away by Isaac, pulled her hand back, “Thank you.”

She didn’t expect Isaac to help her out like that:

To Isaac’s surprise, she even thanked him. His anger, initially triggered by her interaction with William, dissipated as he said, “Avoid him in the future.”

Isaac in public, nor did she wish to be the target of everyone’s

with Ryan on the soft sandy beach; the endless ocean was

seat among the guests. Having attended many weddings recently, she

rounds of toast, Brittany excused herself

she saw Carla, who looked just as beautiful as she remembered. Carla seemed surprised to see

particularly deep, so there wasn’t

pang in her chest as if something had quietly collapsed.

her seat and

of coffee and calmly asked, “What

makeup, it took some

and continued to fuss over Brittany, regardless of the

over, Isaac and Brittany said

a commotion erupted from the lounge, followed by

take advantage of my

something was wrong, Brittany rushed towards the lounge to figure out

followed closely behind her, “Slow down.”

lounge was crowded. William lay on the floor, bloodied. Carla, her clothes

William looked as if he wanted to tear him apart, his palm still stinging