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

“Get a doctor.”

Joie’s wounds were treated, but the cuts were deep, certain to leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage, nearly passing out from

suddenly dawned on her that Brittany had intentionally trapped her in Imperial City, pushing Isaac to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face. The thought of Isaac ever

first time, Joie felt regret. If she had known Isaac could go to such

Brittany arrived in Bright

Charles,

a liberal upbringing in Craneville. He never turned down an

suitors, resting his chin on his hand as he looked

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

sipped her drink. “I still need more proof.”

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

argue with the label. She wasn’t lovesick; she

to impress, with a couple of buttons undone, he turned heads and even had a few bold souls join him in

As she

hear Joie was locked

“Isaac’s doing.”