The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 939

“Stick to the plan.” Isaac leaned back into the leather armchair. “What’s Noel’s take on this?”

“He’s resigned. Heading back to Grandeur Capital tomorrow.”

“Let him have a crack at those projects we lined up.” Isaac had this hunch; they wouldn’t be returning to Imperial City anytime soon.

“Understood.”

The buzz about Noel joining Grandeur Capital stirred Manuel from his complacency, insisting on a meeting with Isaac. Unfortunately, Isaac was nowhere near Imperial City.

Undeterred, Manuel, shamelessly flanked by a gaggle of reporters, barged into Noel’s office, airing a laundry list of Isaac’s supposed misdeeds.

Noel wasn’t one to be pushed around. He called the cops without a moment’s hesitation.

The reporters scattered like roaches, leaving Manuel red-faced and on the verge of a fainting spell.

“Got an issue with my brother?”

retorted, “Too busy at Grandeur Capital, huh? Then

Marcel?

Capital belongs to the Salter family, and you’re not part

livid. “Noel, I’m your

the act. With a dad like you, I must’ve

have I ever wronged you?” Manuel tried to soften his tone. “I’ve always wanted to make amends. You just wouldn’t give me the chance, believing all those lies about

Noel was silent.

I know someone’s daughter, around your age. She’s leagues beyond Brittany. Without your brother, what’s Brittany but

for Noel, unaware that his son couldn’t care

not interested in marriage right now, nor am I competing with my brother. And another thing, don’t you dare look down on Brittany. She is now

had security toss

Noel’s words

Lynette of

up info on Craneville, and, lo and behold,

gravity of this, he bought a plane ticket under the cover of night, making a beeline for Craneville.

the Lynette family tree?