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.

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

research.

her dismay, the treatments that promised life extension were a poisonous

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

she checked into a five-star hotel and fired up her laptop. An email awaited her, bearing Charles’s

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

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Chapter 847

of the

asked, the concern

Brittany hadn’t shown up.

upset over something concerning Joie?

Brittany met his gaze, her voice tinged with

exhaustion.

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

draped his jacket over her shoulders. “Shall I take you home?”

also swing by the

clearly had something on her mind. Isaac could tell it wasn’t anger over Joie’s

trip that rough?” he probed.

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

grip on the steering wheel tightened