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.

tea and the latest issue of

all or nothing. She practically cleared the store’s

way and had braced herself for it.

afternoon, Isaac

Ophelia, shopping.” Brittany gave

be there.” Isaac hung up, got into his car, and set off

massive LED screen in the square was

his car, stepping out toward the elevator. Just as he reached the elevator, a figure

“Whoa…”

a step. “I’m

maid and found

run into was someone she’d

pretty face flushed with

it off. “I’m fine.”

hurry to meet Brittany and brushed past Ivy, striding

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

for her beauty. For

was a first for