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.

“Don’t worry,

of the

employees pretended that they didn’t know a thing, but it was too obvious. Brittany’s face was a mask of fury, and

employees a casual

we’re clueless about the afternoon’s events.”

Isaac spent the next hour coaxing Brittany back into

she had tried on was neatly packed and

Isaac, which only made him melt. “Stop

to intimidate; instead, it reminded

was as quick to vanish as it was to flare up. Soon enough, they were back

the halls of the royal palace, a bodyguard presented Ivy with an investigation report. “Your Highness, the gentleman you encountered this afternoon is not

she had crossed paths

where is he from?”

City. He’s from the Salter

in a pale pink nightgown, Ivy exuded a delicate elegance. “The

the powerhouse behind Grandeur

Isaac was a household name in A country, with countless young

smiled. “So he’s from A

hadn’t come across