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.

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hear you were kidnapped, possibly on

Salter’s close friend. Will this court battle affect

media’s probing questions. She stood tall, her gaze icy, her stance

of the lawsuit is yet to be determined. I have nothing to

you and Mr. Salter? Have you two had a quarrel

on

Quarrels were natural.

air her personal grievances for the whole

sleek black car pulled up, and Brittany found herself enveloped by

you all for your concern. Bri and I are

struggled, but Isaac’s grip on her waist was firm as he ushered her into the

was left behind, speechless and confounded.

were indeed so close, why would Isaac be siding

courthouse, Brittany shrugged

“Don’t touch me.”

charcoal suit, exuded a refined

the situation;

wasn’t responsible. “Then it seems your darling sister

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

next moment might bring a wave of anger prompted

retreating figure and