The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 820

Brittany had a board meeting and couldn’t make it to the airport.

Derek Bishop did.

After picking up Isaac, Derek handed him a bottle of water as they got into the car. “Take a swig, you look beat.”

Isaac was worn out from the case he’d been working on; his fatigue was palpable. “How are things back here?”

“Smooth sailing,” Derek replied.

Glancing at Isaac through the rear-view mirror, Derek noticed the tired lines on his face. and shifted the conversation. “Marcel’s been dealt a rough hand lately. Grandeur Capital’s been anything but peaceful.”

Marcel had clawed his way to the top of Grandeur Capital through some shady maneuvers, stirring up quite a bit of dissent.

Desperate to prove his worth, Marcel found himself in a bind with a particularly tricky case. For over a month, there had been no progress, and the board was growing restless. “The old guard’s circling the wagons. If Marcel can’t secure this project, he’s on thin ice as CEO.”

In terms of skill, Marcel wasn’t lacking. But compared to Isaac, he didn’t stand a chance. The shareholders, spoiled by the hefty profits Isaac had brought in, had developed quite the appetite.

Without sufficient benefits to dangle before them, they were unlikely to back Marcel.

Isaac foresaw this. Marcel wouldn’t satisfy those leeches. “Keep an eye on it,” he instructed Derek.

As Isaac was about to step out of the car at his home, Derek, puzzled, finally asked, “I’ve always wondered, with all your smarts, how did you end up getting played by Marcel?”

Marcel’s scheme was far from flawless back at that time; in fact, it was riddled with errors. How could someone as astute as

luggage from the trunk, Isaac steadied himself before answering, “If she wants Grandeur Capital,

“You knew it was her

was deceived or

seen through Brittany’s plan from the start and had even used it

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Capital to Marcel

“You…”

me less now?” Isaac said

sat in the car, slamming his hand against the steering wheel

fools of

went home, took a shower, and

six, he had dinner ready on time.

then cozied up, their gaze almost syrupy with

toy and scampered into the living room, squeezing

he’s

her son’s jealousy, and gently tapped his nose. “Alright, a

a kiss on him, and Daniel

humphed but allowed Daniel

of Isaac’s return, visited his office expecting to