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.”

silent. She didn’t want to argue with Isaac in public,

in hand with Ryan on the soft sandy beach; the endless ocean

among the guests. Having attended many weddings recently, she

Brittany excused herself to the restroom.

as she remembered. Carla seemed surprised to see her but

there

sudden pang in her chest as if

returned to her seat and sat

a cup of coffee and calmly asked, “What took you so

my makeup, it took some time.”

didn’t question further and continued to fuss over

over, Isaac and Brittany said

before they could leave, a commotion erupted from the

you take advantage

towards the lounge to figure out what had

closely behind her, “Slow down.”

lay on the floor, bloodied. Carla, her clothes disheveled,

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