The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 846

Brittany managed a wry smile, “How have you been holding up lately?”

“Just peachy.”

Brittany had met Charles under serendipitous circumstances. He seemed like a free spirit, but underneath that facade was a highly competent man with an extensive network of information at his fingertips. Her trip to Craneville was spurred by a desire to delve deeper into the research institute’s mysteries.

“How’s the investigation going?” she asked.

“Hang tight,” he replied before standing up to leave.

Upon his return, Charles slid a stack of papers across the table towards her. “Based on what I’ve found so far, the family bankrolling the institute from the shadows is likely the Salters.”

“The Salter family?”

“Yes,” Charles nodded. “Pete Salter had a keen interest in these matters, but he’s been gone for years, and there’s nothing left to uncover.”

The documents echoed Charles’s words.

Brittany hadn’t expected the Salter family to be entangled in this affair.

“There’s something else,” Charles said with a sly grin. “I discovered that your mother, Ms) Russell, had visited Craneville before.”

“My mother?”

“Indeed.”

“And it just so happens that Pete Salter was in town at the same time as

mom had no known ties to the Salter family before she passed.”

Julie Russell-Dustin was once a socialite of Imperial City, but her connection to the Salters seemed coincidental

was more to it, but without evidence, he kept

leaving, he turned to Brittany, “The man with you today, is he your

hired to help run the company,” Brittany clarified, noting the misunderstanding.

Charles’s eyes before he spoke again, “Alright, I’ll be heading to

City soon. We’ll catch

the day’s dust,

Brittany and Landon got down

was eager and genuine.

preliminary agreement was reached after nearly two days of hammering out the details. On Thursday, the contract was

at a bar, and Landon joined them. By some stroke of fate, the chosen bar was owned by

and applause filled the air

the instruments, stood a young

shirt was unbuttoned enough to reveal a chiseled chest; his wet hair clung to his scalp, accentuating

lean, and exuded a

excitement, culminating in him shedding