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.

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would the Salter family

his life was

detail from over two decades ago and

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momentary panic. Come

through the parking lot in a daze, she barely mustered

there, Brittany received a message from Isaac, informing her of a social

that all this

call him, a sudden hesitation gripped

couldn’t risk alerting anyone that she was the young girl from all those

until it was

suppress her emotions

drink too much. Remember to

her phone and drove

carpet, surrounded by his blocks. His tiny hands were propping up

her son’s docile figure melted Brittany’s heart.