The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 879

As Soren peered at the documents spread before him, his face drained of color, and the fire in his lungs for a good curse seemed to fizzle out.

“Don’t worry, we’re family here,” Isaac said, his voice smooth as whiskey but with an edge sharp as a knife blade. “You can sell your shares to me or keep them. Either way, I won’t shortchange you when it comes to the annual dividends.”

It was a velvet glove cloaking an iron fist as Isaac suggested, “Soren, you’re getting on in years. It’s time you stepped back, spent your days playing with the grandchildren and enjoying your golden years.”

Dazed, Soren drifted away from the confrontation.

Isaac, methodical as a chess master, neutralized the peripheral family members and placed his own pawns in power.

Marcel, upon learning his months of hard graft had evaporated into thin air, was so furious it was a miracle he didn’t have a stroke on the spot.

And to add insult to injury, Leda had been whisked away by the cops, her fate unknown.

Manuel, seething at being cuckolded by Leda, refused to lift a finger to help.

Marcel’s influence waned, his voice barely a whisper in family matters.

When Zella sought out the Andersons, echoing Marcel’s plea, they flatly refused to get involved. They even advised her to divorce Marcel.

Divorce? Zella wouldn’t hear of it. She had a blazing row with the Andersons and cut all ties with them.

Manor, his mind spinning, yet failing to secure Leda’s release. Watching Marcel’s spirit wither,

contemplation, she bought fruits and some health supplements and went to the hospital.

that hinted at expectation. “Are you here to plead

was struck

was implicated in the situation, and Brittany, the victim, was

offerings, Zella had a sudden change of heart. “I just wanted to see how you were,” she

the facade. “Regardless, won’t be the one

frailty, Zella

afternoon until sleep claimed her once again. Then,

out of the ward, she

within it’s labyrinth, she circled until the realization of being lost dawned

call ended abruptly with

she found herself growing increasingly lightheaded with each step, until ultimately, her energy drained, forcing her to lean against

the rooftops, casting a misty glow, enveloping the alley in a chilling,

the dark.

light, sent tremors through her

the faint echo of footsteps stirred the silence.

her fists clenched.