The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 937

Brittany sighed, feeling a tad helpless. The bond between grandparents and grandchildren was epitomized in Yuri’s doting affection.

At the thought of the illustrious Yuri, known for his prowess in the boardroom, now playing the role of a domesticated granddad, lvy shivered at the mere idea.

“Ms. Dustin, care to join us for a bit?”

“No, thank you. I’m meeting some friends,” Brittany declined before they parted ways.

Ivy, elated with acquiring Brittany’s contact information, returned to their private booth where Saskia had just ended a phone call.

“Princess, I’ve got to run,” Saskia announced. Her mother Leila had overindulged in drinks at home, and Saskia needed to hurry back.

“Sure, see you next time,” Ivy replied.

Exiting the booth, Saskia rolled her eyes. Leila was always dramatic, insisting on Saskia’s company, as if she were some sort of miracle cure. Saskia found it tiresome, always being the go-to person for everything.

In a huff, Saskia nearly bumped into Brittany, who had just come out of the restroom.

immediately followed after

Ysabel when some regular patrons interrupted them. Saskia recognized one of them immediately

politicians, with her son and husband both prominent figures in the political arena. She herself

secure a good marriage

born into privilege, even her marriage prospects a cut above the rest. Yet, Saskia felt compelled to

stood to inherit all of Yuri’s wealth, a fact that Saskia

ties to Ivy, Saskia saw an

could ruin Brittany’s marriage, wouldn’t Brittany become a laughingstock? Perhaps even her

up, Saskia

was still sobbing in bed, her eyes

those who wallowed in love woes, yet here was Leila, the ultimate

Saskia feigned concern.

lamented, “Saskia, your

hand, pouring out her

thin, yet consoled her, “Mom, don’t be upset. Dad’s just lost his way, making up for

had married so well was surely