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.

passed, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor, too weak to

“Get a doctor.”

deep, certain to leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a

pushing Isaac to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to

Joie felt regret. If she had known Isaac could go

in

care of business with Charles, they hit a local

was particularly fascinated by the bar scene, having had a liberal upbringing in Craneville. He never turned down an opportunity, regardless of gender, if

ordered a fruit wine for Brittany and fended off would-be suitors, resting his chin on his hand as he looked

surely wasn’t planning on sticking with the Salter family, was

her drink. “I

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

argue with the label. She wasn’t lovesick; she just didn’t want to ruin

headed to the dance floor. Dressed to impress, with a couple of buttons undone, he turned heads and even

quietly, looking for a quiet spot. As she walked past a partially open VIP room, snippets of conversation

hear Joie was locked up?”

“Isaac’s doing.”