The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 814

In just over a month, Brittany had secured several major contracts, propelling the Dustin Group to new heights.

It was Saturday evening.

Brittany had been invited to an industry mixer, accompanied by a few executives from the Dustin Group

Holding a glass of champagne, Brittany was engrossed in conversation with a business associate when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

“Ms. Dustin, I heard Ms. Joie is now working for Mr. Salter’s company?”

The business associate, who had also noticed Joie, recalled industry gossip, saying, “Rumor has it Ms. Joie is quite the asset at work. In a short time, she has made significant contributions to their success.”

Leveraging her experience in the entertainment industry, Joie had executed several successful marketing campaigns that had taken her new company to greater heights.

Brittany was aware of this development.

“So it seems.”

“Ms. Dustin, you and Mr. Salter are known to be close, but it’s still worth being cautious.”

The rumor mill had been buzzing with stories, weaving tales of Joie’s deep-seated affection for Isaac. On the sidelines, there were even those who enjoyed pairing the two together.

Brittany chuckled softly. “Thank you, I’m well aware.”

hadn’t expected Joie to be so capable;

Brittany felt a bit tipsy

restroom.

out of town on business and couldn’t pick her up that

assistant to arrange a ride

the restroom, Brittany almost

your mind?”

riding high on her recent successes, seemed to have some

wanted to let you know that

up with some eligible

and after a long pause/she retorted with resentment, “Brittany, it was you who ruined Isaac, costing him

me, none of your business, Brittany replied firmly. “Joie, instead

words were as sharp as a knife.

world, not all publicity is

within the company. Supported by the Salter family, who would dare cross her?

worry about me.”

on her way home, Brittany received a call from Grace. “Bri, come over for dinner tomorrow night.”

“Sure.”

had a few drinks in the evening, and her tone was less than cheery. Grace sensed something was off and said, “I’ll have Emily prepare you some food. Get

“Thanks, Grandma.”

hanging up, Brittany arrived home where her assistant escorted her upstairs. Emily was already there with a bowl

“Ms. Dustin.”

to Brittany, who after finishing it, drifted into a heavy sleep.