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.

of blood. Joie lay on the

“Get a doctor.”

discovering this, Joie

to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face. The thought of Isaac ever finding out about her attempt to kill Daniel was unbearable,

Isaac could go to such

Brittany arrived in

taking care of business with Charles, they hit a

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

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

the institute. She surely

sipped her drink. “I still need

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

with the label. She wasn’t lovesick; she

that Brittany wasn’t in the mood, Charles headed to the dance floor. Dressed to impress, with a couple of buttons undone, he turned heads and even had a few bold souls join him in a

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

Joie was locked up?”

“Isaac’s doing.”