The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 622

Brittany certainly hoped to team up with the Palmer family, but that would depend on the form of cooperation.

“Mr. Joseph, what do you mean?” Brittany asked.

“I plan to either buy out Bri-jeweled Studio or invest in it,” Joseph stated his intentions outright, “Bri-jeweled Studio has a high standing among domestic jewelry brands. It will only grow faster and better with the backing of the Palmer family. I believe Ms. Dustin would also like to see the brand you founded go global, right?”

Brittany immediately lost interest in cooperating with Joseph at the mention of “buyout”.

She picked up her cup, sipped leisurely, and shook her head. “Mr. Joseph, Bri-jeweled Studio does not accept investments or buyouts.”

Bri-jeweled Studio was a brand she had founded with her own hands, and it was like her child.

What mother would sell her own child?

“Ms. Dustin, I understand this proposal might seem presumptuous, but we can sit down and have a good talk.”

Joseph knew Brittany’s character and he was resolute in completing this task.

As long as the price was right, Brittany would have to agree, whether she wanted to or not.

Brittany just gave a small smile.

Seeing Brittany’s reluctance, Stella signaled Joseph to change the topic.

and the conversation started to liven up. Brittany and Stella began talking about their photo-shoot,

on such a scene.

as they exited the restaurant, they ran into a man. And that man quickly swept Brittany off her

She recognized the man’s face

looked at Brittany in his arms and frowned, “How much did

drinks,” the assistant was surprised at Isaac’s appearance. Thinking of their unresolved issues, she

take her from here.”

left with Brittany in his arms. The assistant wanted to follow but was stopped by

need to follow, she’ll be safe

pursed her lips. She hesitated for quite a

put in the passenger seat. Isaac

put her guard up

slightly parted, revealing a tiny bit of her pink tongue. He couldn’t take his

from that.

to gently touch her

apartment, Daniel was sprawled on the sofa reading a

Daniel stood up,

got up, “Mr. Salter, is Ms. Dustin drunk? I’ll make some

and carried Brittany into the bedroom.

them, “What’s

“She’s drunk.”

door with his

Daniel was confused.