The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 832

Leda hobbled over obediently, her face swollen and bruised, taking on an oddly grotesque

appearance.

The wedding fiasco had caused quite a stir, and Marcel had to pull some strings to keep the press at bay. Nonetheless, a leak had sent the company’s shares tumbling by two points, much to Manuel’s fury, who slammed his fists on the kitchen table in a fit of rage!

The Salter Group was shaken, and Brittany’s entire focus shifted to the impending lawsuit! On the day of the trial, Brittany arrived at the courthouse bright and early.

Somehow, the media had caught wind of the proceedings and swarmed the courthouse

entrance.

Sitting in her car, Brittany stared at the relentless media circus, momentarily dazed.

“Brittany, maybe we should use the back entrance?” suggested Kari, not having anticipated the reporters’ blockade. Exiting the car now would surely lead to a mobbing.

Brittany, however, refused to back down. “No need.”

Most of these journalists were probably tipped off by Joie.

Since they were here, why not make the most of it?

Before Kari could respond, Brittany unbuckled her seat belt with a click and swung open

the car door.

“It’s Brittany!”

The media descended upon her the moment she stepped out.

rushed towards her,

questions.

what’s your comment on the lawsuit?”

possibly on Joie’s orders. Were

Will

new to the media’s probing questions. She

stance aloof.

of the lawsuit is yet to be determined. I have

about you and Mr. Salter? Have you two had a quarrel over this

choked on the question.

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Quarrels were natural.

she had no desire to air her personal grievances for the whole town to

about.

found herself enveloped by strong

you all for your concern. Bri and I are

grip on her waist was

into the courthouse.

left behind, speechless and

indeed so close, why would Isaac be siding

shrugged

“Don’t touch me.”

clad in a tailored charcoal suit, exuded a

situation; why would he call

seems your darling sister is to

the main doors. “Mr. Salter, let’s keep conversation to

might bring