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.

hand, they rushed towards her, bombarding her with

questions.

your comment on

hear you were kidnapped, possibly on Joie’s

Salter’s close friend. Will this court battle affect

the media’s probing questions. She

stance aloof.

outcome of the lawsuit is yet to be determined. I have

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

on the

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Quarrels were natural.

to air her personal grievances for the

about.

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

your concern. Bri and I are

instinctively struggled, but Isaac’s grip on her waist was firm as

into the courthouse.

was left behind, speechless and confounded.

so close, why would Isaac be siding

the courthouse, Brittany shrugged off Isaac’s

“Don’t touch me.”

a tailored charcoal suit, exuded a refined charm. “I didn’t alert those reporters.”

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

“Then it seems your darling

let’s keep conversation to a minimum

might bring a wave of anger prompted by Joie.