The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 663

He was up the entire night waiting for Brittany’s return, but she never showed up.

He was afraid something had happened to her and looked everywhere, even hanging around the Dustin Group for a while.

But what he didn’t expect was for Brittany to step out of Lionel’s car.

Brittany looked at Isaac with disgust in her eyes, “Who I’m with is none of your business, is it?”

“We’re married.” Isaac’s voice was low, “Bri, I’m sorry. I’ve really messed up. But I’m human too. I have feelings. Can you stop provoking me just because I love you, please?”

He couldn’t guarantee what he might do if Brittany kept pushing his buttons like that.

Brittany scoffed, “Either lock me up or I’m going to divorce you sooner or later.”

Brittany didn’t want to deal with Isaac anymore; sorting out the Dustin Group was what really mattered.

Back at the office, it was total chaos, and Brittany felt a headache coming on at the sight of the mountain of paperwork.

Just as she finished dealing with all the files, she collapsed in the lounge, utterly exhausted. Before she could fall asleep, she received a phone call.

“Hello, is this Daniel Salter’s mother?”

A gentle female voice came through, and Brittany immediately sat up and said, “Yes, it is.”

teacher. He got into a fight at school. Could you come

head. For a moment, she lost her composure,

arrived at the school, she stood

and beside him stood a chubby little boy

the teacher approached and

turned solemn

into a conflict with two other students. According to the surveillance, he threw the first punch.”

female teacher

a well-behaved kid: Why would he start a fight for

to Daniel, who immediately teared up but didn’t dare

Brittany’s voice

eyes reddened even more. He carefully nodded his head, then apologized, “I’m sorry, mom. I shouldn’t

you, if you dare hit me again, I’ll have you thrown in jail.” The chubby boy arrogantly said.

immediately got angry, “You

said nother

you’re not worthy of hanging out with Abby!” The chubby boy rolled up his sleeves, ready

the teacher stopped him, and the middle-aged couple sneered at Brittany, “Ms. Dustin, kids can be

whispering, “Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fight

very sensitive.

days. She was too busy, and

what he said to you.” Brittany always believed her son wouldn’t resort to

of the house after I was