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

possibly on Joie’s orders. Were you

Mr. Salter’s close friend. Will this

questions. She stood tall, her gaze icy, her

stance aloof.

lawsuit is yet to be determined. I

Salter? Have you two had a quarrel

on the question.

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Quarrels were natural.

to air her personal grievances

about.

black car pulled up, and Brittany found herself enveloped by strong arms,

your concern. Bri

Isaac’s grip on her waist was firm as he ushered her

into the courthouse.

media was left behind,

why would Isaac be siding with Joie?

courthouse, Brittany shrugged

“Don’t touch me.”

tailored charcoal suit, exuded a refined

situation; why

it seems your darling sister is to blame.”

through the main doors. “Mr. Salter, let’s keep conversation to a minimum until this is over.”

might bring a wave of anger prompted