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.”

want to argue with Isaac in public, nor did she wish to be the target

her wedding dress and stood hand in hand with Ryan on the soft sandy beach; the

the guests. Having attended many

rounds of toast, Brittany excused herself to the restroom.

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

deep, so there

a sudden pang in her chest as if something had

her seat and

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

it

question further and continued to fuss

was over, Isaac and

could leave, a commotion erupted from the lounge, followed by a resounding

dare you take advantage of

wrong, Brittany rushed towards the lounge to

followed closely behind her, “Slow

Carla, her

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