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.

think is more capable,

words. He had always been

was answer enough.

and they drove back to

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

made some regrettable moves in

her intense possessiveness.

chance, pulled out a gift from Jonathan. With no hesitation, she

was even more useless than she had thought. Sadly, she had

stir, even making

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

to shower, he collapsed into bed and slept for a mere three hours before getting up. After a quick wash and stuffing some toast into his mouth, he left for

well, but he was desperate for money, so overtime was

with humble efficiency and always greeting customers with a smile, no matter

tapped him on the shoulder. “Jonathan, some patrons upstairs are asking

it,” he said, wiping sweat