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

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

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

Brittany excused herself to the restroom.

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

particularly deep, so there wasn’t much to catch

in

her seat and

coffee and calmly asked, “What

it

question further and continued to fuss over Brittany, regardless of the onlookers.

wedding was over, Isaac and

before they could leave, a commotion erupted from the lounge, followed by a

you take advantage of

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

behind

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

he wanted to tear him apart, his palm still