The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 862

‘Jole. I’ve cut you some slack before, out of respect for the times you’ve helped me and Grandma.” Isaac said, his patience finally wearing thin. “But you shouldn’t keep pushing your luck.”

Joie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze, her whole body trembling “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think–I didn’t mean to

She scrambled for a plausible excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind.

Isaac stood up. His hand lifted in a silent command.

The bodyguards entered.

One of them held a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light.

Joie’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backward. “Bro Isaac, what are you doing?”

“Her face-I don’t ever want to see it again.”

At isaac’s command, the bodyguards closed in.

Joie screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Bro Isaac, I’m really sorry, I know I was wrong. It hurts! Don’t touch me! Bro Isaac!” Her cries echoed throughout the room.

the smell of

“Get a doctor.”

to leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage, nearly passing out

to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face. The thought of Isaac

Joie felt regret. If she had known Isaac could go to such lengths, she would never

arrived in Bright Town.

taking care of business with Charles, they hit a local bar.

in Craneville.

a fruit wine for Brittany and fended off would-be suitors, resting his chin on

had deep connections with the institute. She surely wasn’t planning

sipped her drink. “I still need

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

She wasn’t lovesick; she

mood, Charles headed to the dance floor. Dressed to impress, with a couple of

disliked the atmosphere and slipped out quietly, looking for a quiet spot. As

Joie was

“Isaac’s doing.”