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.

echoed through the air as the main gate

rushing footsteps mingled with the

expression changed drastically; Isaac had

the corner of

resounding bang, the room’s door

tall silhouette

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09.00

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

her sprawling to the ground, her head smacking

“Bri!”

could hardly believe that Joie would dare

scooping up the bloodied Brittany, then turned and delivered another harsh kick to Joie. “You’re asking for

petrified with fear.

meant to teach Brittany a lesson, never expecting Isaac to

“Bro Isaac…”

her

as he held Brittany.

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

face turned pale!

the sight of her facial wounds but relaxed

“How is she?”

worried when he saw the cut on her right cheek.

and the thought of her

isn’t

about the depth of the wound, fearing the potential necessity of

matter what, there must not

was wheeled into the operating room.

The doors closed.

wall, blood trailing down the bricks.