The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 847

The Imperial City.

Grace returned from the garden, weary yet content. Emily approached her with a look of concern, “Grace, you really ought to take it easy. Your health can’t take all this strain.”

Despite her frailty, Grace was relentless in tending to her flowers, a passion that was taking its toll on her well-being.

“It’s alright,” Grace reassured her with a dismissive wave.

She set down her watering can and began to ascend the grand staircase, her back to the world, with Emily trailing behind.

“Grace,” Emily began hesitantly, “there’s word from Craneville. Someone’s digging into the past.”

Grace paused, her hand tightening on the banister. “Who?”

“It’s unclear at the moment.” Emily sighed deeply, “Could it be that the old secrets are leaking out?”

“That’s impossible,” Grace shook her head firmly, “The matters of the past were concealed with the utmost care. No one should be able to unearth them.”

“Ensure our people are cautious. We can’t afford any unwanted discoveries,” Grace instructed before continuing her climb.

“Understood,” replied Emily.

The door closed, and Grace released a heavy breath, tainted with the weight of her thoughts.

ago, desperate to extend Pete’s life, she had invested fortunes

research.

promised life extension were a poisonous double-edged sword, one that eventually led to a dreadful calamity.

of the night, where the silhouette of the mountains lay shrouded in

back in Imperial City but didn’t head home. Instead, she checked into a five-star hotel and

Brittany spent the rest of the night at Bri-jeweled Studio.

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Chapter 847

the hotel to find Isaac

home?” he asked, the concern evident in his voice.

before, but Brittany hadn’t shown up. He had tracked her down to the

she upset over something concerning

was tired, just needed a good rest,” Brittany met his gaze, her voice tinged

exhaustion.

refrained from pressing further, fearing that pushing too hard might drive her back into her shell.

shoulders. “Shall I take you home?”

let’s also swing by the

it wasn’t anger over Joie’s issues; he suspected

trip that

agreement is all signed,” Brittany replied as she buckled her seat belt. “It’s just…

steering wheel tightened