The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 912

Leila shot up from her seat, her eyes flashing with hurt and disbelief. “Yuri, are you trying to dump me?”

“We’re only together in name, Leila. How can I dump what we never truly had?” Yuri’s face was a mask of stone.

Leila’s heart was pounding in her chest, but she refused to show it. Marrying into the Lynette family had catapulted her own family to new heights of social standing, and she had enjoyed the perks of being Mrs. Lynette, basking in the limelight.

Now, divorce? How could she possibly face the world then? “I’m not signing any papers.”

Yuri’s brow furrowed, ready to argue, but Knox put an end to the brewing storm. “Enough,” he said firmly, unable to sit idle. “We should be celebrating the return of the child, not talking about divorce.”

At his age, such squabbles were beneath him, and he knew the Lynette family’s reputation was at stake.

Yuri knew Knox would never consent to a divorce, a shadow of frustration passing fleetingly across his face.

Pretending not to notice Yuri’s mood, Knox cleared his throat and beckoned to Brittany. “Child, come here, let me have a look at you.”

Brittany had witnessed quite a drama unfold. She approached the elder and respectfully addressed him as ‘Mr. Lynette.’

disappointment. She had just returned; it was unrealistic to expect

pleasantries to break the ice,

and throughout the meal, his attention

loved her food spicy, was faced with the Lynette family’s

whip up some of Brittany’s favorite dishes. If there had been fewer eyes upon them,

from Yuri, Brittany’s demeanor softened

you,” she said, genuine gratitude in her

the satisfaction

meal turning to ash in her mouth, yet she dared not show

began to make plans. “Brother, your daughter’s a real beauty. Got herself

Craneville’s got plenty of decent lags. If she’s still unattached, maybe it’s time to start planning for a wedding,” another relative chimed in.

about to reveal her marital status but

future is none of your concern,” Yuri interjected,

picking up on the undertone, sighed, knowing better than to continue the

pale. “Brother, I was just asking. It’s not like I’m arranging a blind date

for your work reports. What have you been presenting, anyway?” Yuri’s sneer was cold and sharp. “If you can’t deliver, get out of

in Yuri’s shadow for years