The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 627

Nathan was just having a meal at a restaurant, not expecting to stumble upon Brittany and William together.

They seemed to be getting along like a house on fire. There were no signs of a breakup at all.

Nathan couldn’t help but glance at Isaac, whose face was as dark. He tried to console, “Mr. Salter, no need to get your knickers in a twist. Ms. Dustin and William are no longer an item. They’re just friends now.”

Brittany was a woman of principle. There was no way she was going back to William.

They had known each other since college, with a deep bond that had lasted more than a decade. It was not something that could have been easily severed.

Isaac knew Brittany wouldn’t get back with William, but jealousy still gnawed at him.

He was jealous because William got to be with Brittany for five years. He was jealous because Brittany devoted all her assets to the Dillion Group.

He couldn’t even get a sliver of a smile from Brittany, yet William could maintain such a close relationship with her!

He clenched his fists, his body brimming with a cold aura.

Nathan had been with him for years, but even then he was intimidated by Isaac’s aura, which sent chills down his spine.

It took a while before Isaac finally turned and left.

Nathan promptly followed.

in the car, one after the other. Isaac leaned against the leather seat. His hands were on his forehead. After a while, he asked in a raspy voice, “Did I really mess up five years

“Mr. Salter, you were trying your best to protect Ms. Dustin five years ago, but

wanting to shoulder everything

was human too. She would have felt pain and she would have wanted to run away.

her perspective, Isaac had hurt her child, confined her, and betrayed

the car felt even

Nathan said, “Mr. Salter, Ms. Dustin hasn’t completely given up on you. Why don’t you tell her about

her? The damage is done. Even if I tell

for over thirty years, Isaac

time, he tasted the bitterness of regret.

could have done it all over again, he wouldn’t have

start, told Brittany his identity, and told

if there were problems, they would have worked them

silently started the car and slowly drove

chatting with Brittany for over three hours and after several calls from his

walked him to

years, William had adapted well to his prosthetic limb, and it was almost undetectable when he