The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Grace was a bit ticked off. After comforting Jole a bit, she headed upstairs.

Perhaps because he’d thrown around some harsh words that night, Isaac hadn’t shown his face at Brittany’s Studio for several days in a row

The secretary had an inkling something was off but didn’t dare ask

Fresh out of a meeting, Brittany got a call from Handell Moore.

“I’ve run into some trouble overseas and cant make it back home for now. You holding up okay?”

Randell didn’t sound too pleased. If he weren’t talking to Brittany he would have lost his temper by now.

Chaos greeted him when he returned to Wall Street, and much of the mess was Isaac’s making!

That guy was all polite to his face but tripped him up behind his track. And he couldn’t even tell Britany!

Tim good.”

What’s the problem? Need me to step in?”

Randell declined. “No need Just take care of yourself!

He had been independent since he was a kid. For all these years, he had been shouldering everything alone. He could never tell Brittany about his

After hanging up, Brittany dove into her next round of work

she threw herself into her work, often staying late into the night without

was frowning at

these

Brittany, who was still working on design drafts. You should give Mr

for

that Brittany wasn’t resting properly and was solely focused on her work, Isaac

“Mr. Salter”

After seeing him coming, she burned forward to

lunch break for days. Did you

didn’t like anng his dirty laundry

for letting me know.

push further. After watching Isaac enter the studio, she packed up and prepared to

home

standing at the entrance Karis face turned a little

are you doing

car rental business of

I don’t work for a car

what do you

high

Tim actually Mr.

Mr. Salter?