The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 957

Brittany was initially unwilling to associate with Ivy anymore, but, to her dismay, Ivy had become like glue since that day, sticking to her side. Faced with no alternative, Brittany decided to turn a blind eye.

Isaac, catching wind of this, was rather surprised. “A princess has a crush on me?”

He couldn’t even recall Ivy’s face, let alone notice her affections for him.

“Are you disappointed?” Brittany quipped.

Isaac threw up his hands in a surrendering gesture. “Not at all.”

He wrapped his arms around Brittany, planting a kiss on her, savoring her softness. “But what about you? Being buddies with your rival, doesn’t that worry you?”

“Ivy won’t be setting her sights on you again.”

Ivy wasn’t exactly Miss Congeniality, but she wasn’t evil incarnate either, or else she wouldn’t have apologized.

Isaac didn’t dwell much on it; his focus was on the new branch office. Since its launch, he’d been hustling, snagging projects left and right. Riding on the coattails of Grandeur Capital’s reputation, he quickly secured two major deals, and it was only a matter of time before he delivered a stellar performance.

Their sweet nothings lasted late into the night until a call from Ophelia came through.

reach out to Saskia for me?”

up?” A sense of foreboding gripped Brittany. “Is there

condition has worsened; he’s

minor burns had escalated due to neglect,

choice

getting no response, as they seemed determined to wash their hands of Jonathan,

to spiral this way and got in touch with

simply hung up

kept vigil at the hospital, feeling trapped as the hospital staff, fearing liability, refused

rescue efforts continued through the night

wasn’t until the wee hours that the Metzgers finally showed up. Blood

outside the room, Mrs. Metzger, tears streaming down her face,

the emergency room swung

now, but the infection is severe. It might be some time before

been hanging by a thread, settled

full forty-eight hours. The first

to, Ophelia