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.

as the main gate was forcefully

of rushing footsteps mingled with the

drastically; Isaac had found

ground, the corner of Brittany’s mouth twitched slightly.

a resounding bang, the room’s door burst

tall silhouette

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tried to explain, “Bro Isaac, it’s not what

words were cut short as Isaac’s kick sent her sprawling to the ground, her head smacking against the coffee table, leaving her writhing in pain.

“Bri!”

that Joie would dare to hurt Brittany!

up the bloodied Brittany, then turned and delivered another

petrified with

only meant to teach Brittany a lesson, never

“Bro Isaac…”

her away!”

hands trembled as he

burst in with the police, and only then did Joie realize

turned pale!

was quickly rushed to the hospital, where the doctor gasped at the sight of her facial wounds but

“How is she?”

when he saw the cut on

about her face, and the thought of her being disfigured

the wound isn’t too deep.”

the depth of the

lips pressed together, “No matter what, there must

was wheeled into the operating

The doors closed.

into the wall, blood trailing down the bricks.