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.

thick with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor,

“Get a doctor.”

were treated, but the cuts were deep, certain to leave scars. Upon discovering

Imperial City, pushing Isaac to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face.

Joie felt regret. If she had known Isaac could go

arrived in Bright

of business with Charles, they hit

bar scene, having had a liberal upbringing in Craneville. He never turned down an opportunity, regardless of gender, if someone caught

suitors, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her. “What’s your next move?”

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

“I still need

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

lovesick; she just didn’t want

to impress, with a couple of buttons undone, he turned heads

atmosphere and slipped out quietly, looking for a quiet spot. As she walked past a partially open VIP

Joie was

“Isaac’s doing.”