The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 832

Leda hobbled over obediently, her face swollen and bruised, taking on an oddly grotesque appearance.

The wedding fiasco had caused quite a stir, and Marcel had to pull some strings to keep the press at bay. Nonetheless, a leak had sent the company’s shares tumbling by two points, much to Manuel’s fury, who slammed his fists on the kitchen table in a fit of rage!

The Salter Group was shaken, and Brittany’s entire focus shifted to the impending lawsuit! On the day of the trial, Brittany arrived at the courthouse bright and early.

Somehow, the media had caught wind of the proceedings and swarmed the courthouse entrance.

Sitting in her car, Brittany stared at the relentless media circus, momentarily dazed.

“Brittany, maybe we should use the back entrance?” suggested Kari, not having anticipated the reporters’ blockade. Exiting the car now would surely lead to a mobbing.

Brittany, however, refused to back down. “No need.”

Most of these journalists were probably tipped off by Joie.

Since they were here, why not make the most of it?

Before Kari could respond, Brittany unbuckled her seat belt with a click and swung open the car door.

“It’s Brittany!”

The media descended upon her the moment she stepped out.

Cameras and microphones in hand, they rushed towards her, bombarding her with questions.

comment on

possibly on Joie’s orders. Were

close friend. Will this court battle affect

questions. She stood tall, her

determined. I have nothing to say at this

you two had a quarrel over this

on the

Quarrels were natural.

she had no desire to air her personal grievances for

found herself

Bri and I are

but Isaac’s grip on her waist was firm as he ushered her into the courthouse.

media was left behind, speechless

these two were indeed so close, why would Isaac be siding with

the courthouse, Brittany shrugged

“Don’t touch me.”

clad in a tailored charcoal suit, exuded a refined charm. “I didn’t

wish to escalate the situation;

responsible. “Then it seems your darling sister is

pushed through the main doors. “Mr. Salter, let’s keep conversation

wasn’t sure if the next moment might bring a wave

her retreating figure and exhaled