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.

your comment on the

possibly on

friend. Will this court battle affect your

wasn’t new to the media’s probing questions. She stood tall, her

outcome of the lawsuit is yet to be determined. I have nothing to say at this

you and Mr. Salter? Have you two had

choked on the question.

Quarrels were natural.

she had no desire to air her personal grievances for the whole town

pulled up, and Brittany found herself enveloped by strong arms, a deep voice laying

you all for your concern. Bri and I

was firm

left behind, speechless

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

the courthouse, Brittany shrugged off Isaac’s

“Don’t touch me.”

a refined charm.

had no wish to escalate the situation; why would

seems your darling sister is to blame.”

pushed through the main doors. “Mr. Salter, let’s keep conversation to a minimum until this is over.”

wasn’t sure if the next moment might bring a wave of anger prompted by Joie.

her retreating figure