The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 675

The sound echoed in William’s ears, and he found himself locked in the gaze of Brittany.

Standing at the far end of the crowd, Brittany’s expressive eyes shone with an unwavering determination.

“William, are you being set up?”

Brittany couldn’t bring herself to believe that the always composed and gentle William had done such a thing, especially at an event like that.

Mrs. Dillion was overjoyed when she heard his agreement to the marriage.

Carla managed to break free from her brother’s grip and threw herself into William’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Isaac turned his back on him, his gaze falling on Brittany. His voice was low and steady as he said, “Bri, let’s just put an end to this drama.”

William had already admitted to it. What was she still holding onto?

Did she really think that the world was full of schemes? Or did she believe that he orchestrated that marriage?

Carla was hell-bent on marrying William. They couldn’t really send him to prison. If he agreed to that marriage, everything else could be sorted out.

a smile, “What you see is

eyes rimmed red, blood-soaked, and in

and after a long while, managed a weak smile, “Congratulations on

that, she turned

clutching his wound. The unseen blood seeped out, slowly

how she got back to Radiant Residences, let alone how she got into bed. It felt as if something in her mind

eighteen. Now, at twenty-nine, that event

was always the best classmate, the best friend, and the most outstanding existence. How

couldn’t understand what

returning to Radiant Residences, Isaac pushed open the guest room

sleep, her face

clenched his fists as he became furious at that scene. She was crying so hard for William, even

to wake her up to tell her that William was not worth

out, he wiped away her tears. The hot tears seemed to burn in his

Timothy gave him a good beating, “Look at the mess you’ve made, almost ruined the whole Dillion family, and nearly

Timothy away, “Why hit William? Everything’s settled now, it’s not William’s

her plan, a plan that

huffed, “You’re