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 was

mingled with the pitter-patter of rain.

changed drastically; Isaac had found them!

ground, the corner of Brittany’s

the room’s

tall silhouette entered.

1/3

09.00

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

words were cut 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

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

petrified

Brittany a lesson,

“Bro Isaac…”

her away!”

trembled as

the police, and only then did Joie realize

turned pale!

the sight of her facial wounds but

“How is she?”

saw the cut on her

her face, and the

the wound isn’t

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

“No matter what, there must not be a trace left.”

into the operating room.

The doors closed.

slammed into the wall, blood trailing down the bricks.