The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 883

Brittany was stumped. She had scrutinized the list of people, only to find that a mere handful had emerged alive from the research institute.

Joie was one of the few.

Brittany reached out to Charles. “How did Joie survive the institute?”

“Word is, she had tight connections with the institute’s higher-ups,” Charles’s findings were limited as well. “Rumor has it, her talents were recognized by the top brass, which is why she was allowed to leave.”

“If she was really so capable, how could she have died so easily?”

How did she survive the hellish institute only to perish in Imperial City?

“She had a toxin in her system,” Charles said gravely. “Anyone who leaves the institute is poisoned. It doesn’t affect daily life, but once they stop taking the antidote, the pain is unbearable.”

Brittany felt a chill down her spine. “No wonder.”

With her mission failed, the institute would no longer supply Joie with the antidote.

Without it, her life was agony.

“What about Isaac?”

“According to the investigation, it was the Salter family who specified the list that year.” Charles was baffled too. “Isaac was planted in there at the behest of the Salter family.”

The thought of the kindly, benevolent Grace sent an unbidden shiver through Brittany. “I understand now.”

After ending the call, Brittany deleted all traces of her emails, refusing to leave any evidence behind.

for over three hours, unable to

family

institute meant his life

revisited every detail from over

an incident!

nearly been recaptured. But the pursuing group suddenly received a

had been orchestrated by

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their every move was under the watchful eye

had once saved

she was dead.

next? The real savior of Isaac?

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more frightened she became, feeling a momentary panic. Come ten o’clock, Brittany shook

in a daze, she barely mustered the energy to

from Isaac, informing her of a social engagement that

confirm that all this

to call him,

that she was the young girl from all those years

until it was safe.

to suppress her emotions and replied to the message.

too much. Remember to come home

phone and

by his blocks. His tiny hands were propping up his

figure melted Brittany’s