The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 662

Jolin was taken aback, never thinking that Lionel, a man so hard to get along with, would actually come begging to her.

She took a drag of her cigarette and said subtly, “Mr. Chester, you just got hitched, and now you’re coming to me for help with your sister, offering me such a sweet deal. Aren’t you worried your new bride’s going to be heartbroken?”

Lionel, catching her sarcasm, bit his lip and said, “That’s my business.”

“Mr. Chester, in any other case, I wouldn’t hesitate,” Jolin still refused, “but I owe Isaac a favor. So I can’t accept.”

Jolin was unyielding, and Lionel had to compromise, “I remember you have a wide network of contacts. Can you do me a favor with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the police?”

“I can do that.”

Jolin never imagined watching Brittany in distress. She said, “Let’s schedule a meeting to talk about the details.”

After hanging up, Jolin’s husband came over to her and asked, “Didn’t Lionel just tie the knot? Why is he still so concerned about Brittany?”

Jolin stubbed out her cigarette, “Well, he can’t just sit by and watch his little sister, who he’s watched grow up, struggle.”

Lionel was a man of deep thoughts, and Jolin had dealt with him more than once before. It was really unexpected that he would go to such lengths for Brittany.

her and said, “It’s late. We should go to

hangover, Brittany felt like

to sit up. She then got a call from Kari,

her head,

at Hannah’s place, her head hurting so much she didn’t even

been at the studio lately. I was getting worried.” Kari’s voice sounded like it

dealing with the Dustin Group’s

“Alright.”

hold on any longer. She hung up the phone, rested for more than half an hour

gone to work, and no one was

changed into one of Hannah’s outfits and went downstairs.

out of the kitchen, holding two sandwiches, and greeted her

you out

Lionel back and was caught

thoughts and beckoned, “Sit

table, and Lionel handed her a glass of honey water “You should drink less.”

was always old-fashioned

in the soft chair, rubbing her brow, “Got it.”