The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 672

Isaac whisked Brittany away, silencing the surrounding guests who wisely refrained from discussing the incident any further.

William didn’t expect Mrs. Dillion to treat Brittany so harshly; his face was ashen as he genuinely requested, “Mom, please be nicer to Bri.”

“You…”

“Enough, just drop it,” Timothy interjected, clearly impatient, “William’s right. If it weren’t for Ms. Dustin, we would’ve been kicked out of Imperial City long ago. Why are you targeting her?”

Mrs. Dillion felt indignant on William’s behalf and feared he would keep pursuing Brittany, potentially missing out on a better match.

Turning on his heel, William went away.

Olivia chased after him, “William/wait for me.”

Brittany, having been led away by Isaac, pulled her hand back, “Thank you.”

She didn’t expect Isaac to help her out like that:

To Isaac’s surprise, she even thanked him. His anger, initially triggered by her interaction with William, dissipated as he said, “Avoid him in the future.”

argue with Isaac in public, nor did she wish to be the target of

in hand with Ryan on the soft sandy beach; the endless ocean was behind

the guests. Having attended many weddings recently, she felt somewhat

rounds of toast, Brittany excused herself to the

as she remembered. Carla seemed surprised

wasn’t particularly deep, so there

sudden pang in her chest as if something had quietly

returned to her

poured her a cup of coffee and calmly asked, “What took you

my makeup, it took

continued to fuss

over, Isaac

they could leave, a commotion erupted from

how dare you take advantage of my

was wrong, Brittany rushed towards the lounge to figure

followed closely behind her, “Slow

lounge was crowded. William lay on the floor, bloodied. Carla, her clothes disheveled, sat on the bed, her

had slapped William looked as if he wanted to tear him

let out a gasp and

to steady her,