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.”

She didn’t want to argue with Isaac in public, nor did she wish to be

Ryan on the soft sandy beach; the endless ocean was behind them, too beautiful to resist.

attended

rounds of toast, Brittany excused herself to the restroom.

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

deep, so there wasn’t much

felt a sudden pang in her chest as if

returned to her seat

coffee and calmly

my makeup, it took

didn’t question further and continued to fuss over Brittany, regardless

was over, Isaac and

commotion erupted from the lounge, followed by a resounding slap!

dare you take advantage of my

rushed towards the lounge to figure out what had happened.

closely behind her, “Slow

crowded. William lay on the floor, bloodied. Carla, her clothes disheveled, sat on the bed, her face pale

as if he wanted to tear him apart, his palm still stinging from the impact.