The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 881

Isaac hadn’t expected to bump into Hana at the local dive bar.

“Hana, what’s up?” he inquired, a hint of surprise laced within his casual tone.

Their acquaintance wasn’t quite at the level where cross-country greetings were

necessary.

Hana, feeling the subtle brush-off, found her desire to win him over intensifying.

After all, who doesn’t relish the sight of an aloof man succumbing to tender charms? Especially one as impressive as him?

“Mr. Salter,” Hana began, with a strategic touch of concern, “I heard Ms. Dustin was hospitalized. Is she feeling better now?”

She wasn’t naive; she knew Isaac cared about Brittany and was attempting to use this as an icebreaker.

But if there was one thing Isaac detested, it was undue prying into his and Brittany’s life.

“Hana,” Isaac said, his brow furrowing, “my personal matters aren’t really something I need to discuss with you.”

His usual cool demeanor faltered, and his expression towards Hana turned sour.

their underlying intent, though he had to tread

both in good health; thank you for the

Wesley chimed in, returning from a phone call and raising

“Let’s go.”

Isaac strode off.

meaningful glance at

got a thing for Zac?” Wesley, seasoned in the ways of flirtation, saw

hello to Mr. Salter.” Hana bit her lip, her denial hanging in the air.

but see through her facade. “A word of advice, whether you’re smitten or not, best keep your distance.

family was inconsequential. If Isaac wanted to, dealing

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flushed with embarrassment,

tune, pushed open the door to their private room and teased, “Zac, past thirty and still irresistible,

juice and took a sip. At Wesley’s

some business with her

unsaid was that Hana’s ex was a distant relative of his. The two had been on the

in gossip, steered the conversation back to business

at his watch and excused himself, “It’s getting late.