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.”

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

dress and stood hand in hand with Ryan on the soft sandy

seat among the guests. Having attended

rounds of toast, Brittany excused herself to

returned, she saw Carla, who looked just as beautiful as she remembered. Carla seemed

deep, so there wasn’t

pang in her chest as if something had quietly collapsed.

her seat

cup of coffee and calmly asked, “What took you

makeup, it took

to fuss over Brittany, regardless

over, Isaac

a commotion erupted from the lounge,

how dare you take

the lounge to figure out what

behind her,

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

young man who had slapped William looked as if he wanted to tear him apart, his