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

you were kidnapped, possibly on Joie’s

is Mr. Salter’s close friend. Will this court

questions. She stood tall, her gaze icy, her stance aloof.

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

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

choked on the

Quarrels were natural.

no desire to air her personal grievances for the whole

pulled up, and Brittany found

you all for your concern. Bri and

waist was firm as he ushered her into the

was left behind, speechless and confounded.

indeed so close, why would Isaac

Brittany shrugged off

“Don’t touch me.”

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

had no wish to escalate the situation; why would he

seems your darling sister is to blame.”

doors. “Mr. Salter, let’s keep conversation to a minimum until

the next moment might bring a wave

figure and exhaled heavily.