The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 662

Jolin was taken aback, never thinking that Lionel, a man so hard to get along with, would actually come begging to her.

She took a drag of her cigarette and said subtly, “Mr. Chester, you just got hitched, and now you’re coming to me for help with your sister, offering me such a sweet deal. Aren’t you worried your new bride’s going to be heartbroken?”

Lionel, catching her sarcasm, bit his lip and said, “That’s my business.”

“Mr. Chester, in any other case, I wouldn’t hesitate,” Jolin still refused, “but I owe Isaac a favor. So I can’t accept.”

Jolin was unyielding, and Lionel had to compromise, “I remember you have a wide network of contacts. Can you do me a favor with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the police?”

“I can do that.”

Jolin never imagined watching Brittany in distress. She said, “Let’s schedule a meeting to talk about the details.”

After hanging up, Jolin’s husband came over to her and asked, “Didn’t Lionel just tie the knot? Why is he still so concerned about Brittany?”

Jolin stubbed out her cigarette, “Well, he can’t just sit by and watch his little sister, who he’s watched grow up, struggle.”

Lionel was a man of deep thoughts, and Jolin had dealt with him more than once before. It was really unexpected that he would go to such lengths for Brittany.

said, “It’s late. We should go to bed.”

a hangover, Brittany felt like her head

She then got a call from Kari,

head, “What’s

she was at Hannah’s place, her head

studio lately. I was getting worried.” Kari’s voice sounded like it was echoing, probably

dealing with

“Alright.”

with Kari for a bit, but she couldn’t hold on any longer. She hung up the phone, rested for more than

had gone to work, and

one of Hannah’s outfits and went downstairs.

up.” Lionel came out of the kitchen, holding two sandwiches, and greeted her with

weren’t you out of

back and was caught off guard

to her thoughts and beckoned, “Sit down.”

table, and Lionel handed her a glass of honey water

was always old-fashioned

back in the soft chair, rubbing her brow,

help with the divorce, but I’ve found