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.

in hand, they rushed towards her,

questions.

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

possibly on Joie’s orders. Were you

is Mr. Salter’s close friend. Will this court battle affect

questions. She stood

stance aloof.

yet to be determined. I have nothing to say at

you and Mr. Salter? Have you two

choked on the question.

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Quarrels were natural.

no desire to air her personal grievances for the whole

about.

found herself enveloped by strong arms,

you all for your concern. Bri and I

grip on her waist

into the courthouse.

left behind, speechless and

so close, why would Isaac be siding

the courthouse, Brittany shrugged off Isaac’s touch.

“Don’t touch me.”

in a tailored charcoal suit, exuded a refined charm.

had no wish to escalate the situation;

it seems your

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

the next moment might bring a wave