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.

they rushed towards her,

questions.

comment on the lawsuit?”

you were kidnapped, possibly on Joie’s orders. Were you

close friend. Will this court battle affect your relationship?”

wasn’t new to the media’s probing questions. She stood

stance aloof.

to be determined. I have nothing to say at

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

on

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Quarrels were natural.

her personal grievances for the whole town to

about.

a sleek black car pulled up, and Brittany found herself enveloped by strong arms, a deep voice laying claim.

you all for your concern. Bri and I are

grip on her

into the courthouse.

was left behind, speechless

close, why would Isaac

courthouse, Brittany shrugged off

“Don’t touch me.”

charcoal suit, exuded a refined charm. “I didn’t

no wish to escalate the situation; why would he call the press?

responsible. “Then it seems your darling sister is to

Salter, let’s keep conversation to a

moment might bring