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 blood. Joie lay

“Get a doctor.”

cuts were deep, certain to leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage, nearly

Imperial City, pushing Isaac to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face. The thought of Isaac ever finding

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

arrived in

business with Charles, they hit a local

fascinated by the bar scene, having had a liberal upbringing in Craneville. He never turned down an opportunity,

and fended off would-be suitors, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her. “What’s your

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

“I still need more

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

She wasn’t lovesick; she just didn’t want to ruin

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

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

you hear Joie was locked

“Isaac’s doing.”