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

began, Shona changed into her wedding dress and stood hand in hand with Ryan on the soft sandy

her seat among the guests. Having attended many weddings recently,

a few rounds of toast, Brittany

just as beautiful as she remembered. Carla seemed surprised to see her but gave a warm

deep, so there

felt a sudden pang in her chest as if something had quietly

returned to her

and calmly

my makeup, it

further and continued to fuss over Brittany,

was over, Isaac

before they could leave, a commotion erupted from

take advantage of my

the lounge to

closely behind her,

lay on the floor, bloodied. Carla, her clothes disheveled, sat on the bed, her face pale

he wanted to tear him apart, his palm still stinging from

out a gasp and

best to steady her, but