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.”

want to argue with Isaac in public, nor did she

stood hand in hand with Ryan on

Having attended many weddings

a few rounds of toast, Brittany excused herself to

Carla, who looked just as beautiful as she remembered. Carla seemed surprised to see

there

Carla left, Brittany felt a sudden pang in her

her

her a cup of coffee and calmly

my makeup, it took

didn’t question further and continued to fuss over Brittany, regardless of the

was over, Isaac and Brittany said

they could leave, a commotion erupted from the lounge, followed by a

take advantage of my

something was wrong, Brittany rushed towards the

behind her, “Slow

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

man who had slapped William looked as if he wanted to tear him

Dillion let out a

her best to steady