The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 917

An ordinary catch-up session between best friends was suddenly thrown off course.

With a touch of resignation, Ophelia pressed her fingertips to her temples. “Bri, you just witnessed quite the spectacle.”

Vincent insisted he’d been played. Yet, if he hadn’t gotten involved with that woman, how could he have been played at all?

Though she once harbored feelings for Vincent, they were now fading. Cutting her losses was clearly the smartest move.

“It’s okay.” Brittany knew Ophelia was hurting, even if she didn’t show it. After all, Ophelia had invested genuine emotions. And because of that woman, she’d become the butt of Craneville’s jokes!

“Forget it, just come shopping with me.” Ophelia didn’t want to dwell on it any longer and pulled Brittany toward their favorite boutiques.

The two chatted and laughed, completely in sync.

While Ophelia headed to the changing room, Brittany settled herself in the VIP lounge with a magazine she’d grabbed at random, only to flip it open to a photo of the Princess of Craneville. With her delicate beauty and the grace of a budding rose, every smile and frown spoke of elegance.

The Craneville royalty was one of the few remaining with real power. Among them, this princess held a special place, cherished by all.

Renowned for her dedication to charity and philanthropy, she epitomized the values the royal family needed to uphold, serving as an exemplary figure to capture the public’s adoration.

brought over afternoon tea and the

shopping style was all or nothing. She practically

understood Ophelia’s way and had

finishing up his work for the afternoon, Isaac

shopping.” Brittany gave him the address.

his car, and set off to

LED screen in the square was airing a documentary

and parked his car, stepping out toward the elevator. Just as he reached the

“Whoa…”

back a step. “I’m

and found herself being followed,

realized the man she’d run into was someone she’d seen

face flushed with apology. “Sir, are

waved it off. “I’m

hurry to meet Brittany and brushed past Ivy,

his retreating figure, feeling an unfamiliar sense of doubt. Throughout her life, she’d been

her beauty. For her status.

a first for