The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 622

Brittany certainly hoped to team up with the Palmer family, but that would depend on the form of cooperation.

“Mr. Joseph, what do you mean?” Brittany asked.

“I plan to either buy out Bri-jeweled Studio or invest in it,” Joseph stated his intentions outright, “Bri-jeweled Studio has a high standing among domestic jewelry brands. It will only grow faster and better with the backing of the Palmer family. I believe Ms. Dustin would also like to see the brand you founded go global, right?”

Brittany immediately lost interest in cooperating with Joseph at the mention of “buyout”.

She picked up her cup, sipped leisurely, and shook her head. “Mr. Joseph, Bri-jeweled Studio does not accept investments or buyouts.”

Bri-jeweled Studio was a brand she had founded with her own hands, and it was like her child.

What mother would sell her own child?

“Ms. Dustin, I understand this proposal might seem presumptuous, but we can sit down and have a good talk.”

Joseph knew Brittany’s character and he was resolute in completing this task.

As long as the price was right, Brittany would have to agree, whether she wanted to or not.

Brittany just gave a small smile.

Seeing Brittany’s reluctance, Stella signaled Joseph to change the topic.

immediately switched topics, and the conversation started to liven up. Brittany and Stella began talking about their photo-shoot, and the atmosphere

couldn’t avoid drinking on

as they exited the restaurant,

startled. She recognized the man’s face and seemed lost

Brittany in his arms and frowned, “How much did

a few drinks,” the assistant was surprised at Isaac’s appearance. Thinking of their unresolved issues, she tried to step forward but was stopped by Isaac’s

take her

assistant wanted to follow but was stopped by Stella.

need to follow, she’ll be safe

for quite a

passenger seat. Isaac looked at her flushed cheeks and his eyes

put

slightly parted, revealing a tiny bit of her pink tongue. He couldn’t take his eyes

from that.

his hand to gently touch her brow, then

sprawled on the sofa reading a book, and Mia was tidying up

noise, Daniel stood up,

“Mr. Salter, is Ms. Dustin drunk? I’ll

nodded and carried Brittany into

“What’s wrong

“She’s drunk.”

down, closed the door with his foot,