The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 822

The video was intercepted from the dark web the moment it went live.

They had hoped to trace the location through the live stream, but it had been shut down. long before.

“What are you waiting for? Find it, now!”

Nathan dismissed the bodyguards and didn’t even dare to look back at Isaac.

Brittany’s face, strikingly beautiful, if it were to be ruined…

“Bang!”

A loud noise erupted from inside the car!

It was Isaac!

Nathan stood frozen, not daring to move, fearing that the person inside the car might explode any second.

In just ten minutes, the bodyguard returned, saying, “We’ve got the location!”

Nathan quickly grabbed the address, slammed the gas pedal, and locked eyes with Isaac, “Mr. Salter, we’ve located Brittany. We’re on our way now!”

The car sped off like a bolt from a bow!

In the basement.

Joie looked down at Brittany sprawled on the floor, a smug curve on her lips. “Without that pretty face, let’s see how you charm Bro Isaac now!”

Brittany was barely conscious.

Joie reveled in her triumph, putting down her knife and picking up her phone, poised to capture Brittany’s disgrace.

“boom” echoed through the air as the main gate was forcefully

of rushing footsteps mingled with the pitter-patter of

expression changed drastically; Isaac had

the corner of Brittany’s mouth twitched slightly.

the room’s

silhouette

1/3

09.00

to explain, “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think…”

short as Isaac’s kick sent her sprawling to the ground, her head smacking against the coffee table, leaving her

“Bri!”

hardly believe that Joie would dare to hurt Brittany!

then turned and delivered another harsh kick to Joie.

petrified

meant to teach Brittany a lesson, never

“Bro Isaac…”

her

as he held Brittany.

only then did Joie

turned pale!

rushed to the hospital, where the doctor gasped at the sight of her

“How is she?”

was worried when he saw the cut on

and the thought of her

isn’t too

the doctor was also worried about the depth of

there must

into the operating

The doors closed.

into the wall, blood trailing down the bricks.