The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 919

Brittany was ushered into the fitting room and with a ripping sound, her dress was torn.

“Isaac!”

She adored that dress!

Isaac leaned in close, “You like it? I’ll buy you more… loads more.”

But she couldn’t wear them out, not where other men could catch a glimpse. In his eyes, that would be a desecration of her purity.

Ophelia left the lounge but didn’t really go anywhere. After waiting for half an hour without a sign of Brittany, her patience began to wear thin.

“Hey, check on her, will you?”

At Ophelia’s command, a shop assistant headed to the dressing room. Moments later, the assistant returned, blushing and flustered. “Ophelia, the fitting room is… well, it’s a bit occupied.”

Green with envy, Ophelia thought: Damn, why does that guy only know how to push people around?

“Turn off the surveillance. We don’t want any evidence!” Before leaving, Ophelia made sure the staff were sworn to secrecy, with a stern warning that any slip-up would not bode well for them.

promptly reassured her, “Don’t worry,

of

they didn’t know a thing, but it was too obvious. Brittany’s face was a mask

employees a casual

clueless about

spent the next hour coaxing Brittany back into

was neatly packed and sent to their villa.

Isaac, which only made him melt.

never seemed to intimidate; instead, it reminded him of

it was to flare up. Soon enough, they were back to cooing

presented Ivy with an investigation report. “Your Highness, the gentleman you encountered this afternoon is

all, she had crossed

is he from?”

from the Salter

pale pink nightgown, Ivy

powerhouse

Isaac was a household name in A country, with countless

“So he’s from A country.”

come