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

possibly on Joie’s

Will this

She stood

determined. I have nothing

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

choked on the

Quarrels were natural.

her personal grievances for the

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

you all for your concern. Bri and I are on

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

behind, speechless and confounded.

these two were indeed so close, why would

the courthouse, Brittany shrugged off Isaac’s

“Don’t touch me.”

charcoal suit, exuded a refined charm.

the situation; why

knew he wasn’t responsible. “Then it seems your darling sister is to blame.”

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

bring a

retreating figure and