The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 951

But tonight, Saskia had deliberately orchestrated a run-in between her, Isaac, and Brittany. When her subtle ploy failed, she laid her cards on the table.

Saskia was after more than just a good show; she wanted to see Ivy and Brittany locked in a battle of wills. After all, in the ensuing chaos, she stood to gain the most, like a fisherman reaping the rewards of a turbulent sea.

“Saskia, thanks for the heads up,” Ivy said, her eagerness cooled by the revelation. She didn’t mind being used as a pawn by Saskia, but being played for a fool was another matter entirely.

“It’s getting late; I should head out.”

With that, Ivy turned and left, knowing she’d need to keep her distance from Saskia from now on.

Getting into her car, the butler noticed her change in demeanor. “Your Highness, you don’t seem to be in high spirits.”

“What’s your opinion of Brittany?” Ivy asked him.

“Ms. Dustin is a formidable businesswoman, a rare talent indeed,” he replied with sincere admiration.

who do you think is more capable,

been loyal to

silence was answer

Ivy said, and they drove back to

had her people dig into Brittany and Isaac’s backgrounds and discovered their relationship had always been strong. Even

to reflect. Perhaps she had made some regrettable

Ivy leave, a cold glint passed through Saskia’s eyes. Ivy was known for her intense possessiveness. Now that she knew about Brittany and Isaac, she would never let

a tune, Saskia returned to her room and, quite by chance, pulled out a gift from Jonathan.

had thought. Sadly, she had no better

quite a stir, even

by weariness. To save money, he rented a damp basement apartment that reeked of mildew. Before his fall from grace, he wouldn’t have given such a place a second glance,

up. After a quick wash and stuffing some toast into his mouth, he left for the

well, but he was desperate for money, so

adapted quickly, serving with humble efficiency and always greeting customers with a smile, no matter their demeanor.

over an hour of hard work, someone tapped him on the shoulder. “Jonathan, some patrons upstairs are asking for

wiping sweat from his