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.

air as the main

mingled with the pitter-patter of rain.

drastically; Isaac had found them!

ground, the corner of Brittany’s mouth

a resounding bang, the

silhouette

1/3

09.00

Joie tried to explain, “Bro Isaac,

sent her sprawling to the ground, her

“Bri!”

could hardly believe that Joie

scooping up the bloodied Brittany, then turned and delivered another harsh kick to

petrified with

only meant to teach Brittany a lesson, never expecting Isaac to

“Bro Isaac…”

her

as he held

and only then did Joie realize they had called the cops.

face turned

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

“How is she?”

worried when he saw the cut

face, and the thought

wound isn’t too deep.”

the doctor was also worried about the depth of the wound,

lips pressed together, “No matter what, there must not be

wheeled into the

The doors closed.

slammed into the wall, blood trailing