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.

switched topics, and the conversation started to liven up. Brittany and Stella began talking

avoid drinking on

exited the restaurant, they

man’s face and seemed lost for words, “Mr. Salter?”

at Brittany in his arms and

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

her from here.”

with Brittany in his arms. The assistant wanted to follow but

need to follow, she’ll be safe with

hesitated for quite a while before following up.

as a skunk, was put in the passenger seat. Isaac looked at her flushed cheeks and

put her guard

relaxed and casual. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing a tiny bit of her pink tongue.

from that.

gently touch

at the apartment, Daniel was sprawled on the sofa reading a book, and Mia was

the noise, Daniel

“Mr. Salter, is Ms. Dustin drunk?

Brittany into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong with mom?”

“She’s drunk.”

closed the door with