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.

you think is

He had always been loyal to Ivy, but he

was answer

home,” Ivy said, and they drove back

had her people dig into Brittany and Isaac’s backgrounds and discovered their relationship had always been strong. Even when Isaac was left with nothing due to Brittany’s actions, he had accepted it.

had made some regrettable

her intense possessiveness. Now that she knew about Brittany and Isaac, she

out a gift from Jonathan. With no

useless than she had thought. Sadly,

quite a stir, even making the next

having worked overtime, trudged out of the diner, his uniform replaced 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, but now, he had no luxury of

he collapsed into bed and slept for a mere three hours before getting up. After a quick wash and stuffing some toast

he was desperate for money,

always greeting customers with a smile, no matter their

hard work, someone tapped him on the shoulder. “Jonathan,

it,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead.