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.”

in public, nor did she wish to be the target of everyone’s

stood hand in hand with Ryan on the soft

guests. Having attended many weddings recently, she felt

of toast, Brittany

just as beautiful as she remembered. Carla seemed

particularly deep, so there wasn’t much to catch

a sudden pang in her

to her seat and

cup of coffee and calmly asked, “What

my makeup, it took

question further and continued to

was over, Isaac and Brittany

commotion erupted from the lounge, followed

dare you take

wrong, Brittany rushed towards the lounge to figure out

behind her, “Slow

crowded. William lay on the floor, bloodied. Carla, her clothes

wanted to tear him apart, his palm

out a

tried her best to steady her,