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

and stood hand in hand with Ryan on the soft sandy beach; the endless ocean was behind them, too beautiful to

among the guests. Having attended many weddings recently,

toast, Brittany excused herself to the restroom.

as she remembered. Carla seemed surprised to see her but gave a warm smile.

relationship wasn’t particularly deep, so there wasn’t much to catch

a sudden pang in her chest as if something had quietly collapsed.

returned to her seat

poured her a cup of coffee and calmly asked,

my makeup, it took

continued to fuss over

was over, Isaac and Brittany

a commotion erupted from the lounge, followed

dare you take advantage

the lounge to figure out

followed closely behind

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

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