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.”

silent. She didn’t want to argue with Isaac in public, nor did she wish

into her wedding dress and stood hand in hand with Ryan on the

Having

few rounds of toast,

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

particularly deep, so there wasn’t much to catch up

felt a sudden pang in her chest as if

returned to her seat and

a cup of coffee and calmly asked, “What took

my makeup, it

to fuss over

over, Isaac and Brittany said

erupted from the lounge, followed by a resounding

you take advantage of my

towards the lounge to figure out what had

followed closely behind her, “Slow

on the floor, bloodied. Carla, her clothes disheveled, sat

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

out a gasp and

to steady her, but