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

kidnapped, possibly on

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

wasn’t new to the media’s probing questions. She

lawsuit is yet to be determined. I have

what about you and Mr. Salter? Have you

on the

Quarrels were natural.

personal grievances for the whole town to

found herself enveloped

you all for your concern. Bri and I are

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

was left behind,

why

Brittany shrugged off Isaac’s touch.

“Don’t touch me.”

charcoal suit, exuded a refined charm.

to escalate the situation; why

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

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

sure if the next moment might bring a wave

watched her retreating figure