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.

microphones in hand, they rushed towards her, bombarding her with

questions.

Dustin, what’s your comment on the lawsuit?”

on Joie’s orders. Were you

Will this court battle affect your relationship?”

media’s probing questions. She stood

stance aloof.

determined. I have nothing

and Mr. Salter? Have you two had a quarrel

choked on the question.

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Quarrels were natural.

no desire to air her personal grievances for

about.

up, and Brittany found herself enveloped by strong arms,

all for your concern. Bri and I

her waist was firm as he ushered her

into the courthouse.

left behind, speechless

were indeed so close, why would Isaac be siding with

courthouse, Brittany shrugged off Isaac’s touch.

“Don’t touch me.”

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

to escalate the situation; why would he call the press?

it seems your darling sister is to

“Mr. Salter, let’s keep conversation to a minimum until this

next moment might bring a wave of anger prompted