The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 900

She declined politely at first, indicating that Bri-jeweled Studio was not looking to expand at the moment.

The response from the other end was tepid. “Ms. Ysabel, Mr. Lynette is saying he’s open to any terms, as long as you’re willing to let go of Bri-jeweled Studio.”

Ysabel stood her ground. “I’m not in need of money.”

There was a pause, and then the call was disconnected.

When Yuri was informed, he didn’t bat an eyelid.

A confidant approached. “Mr. Lynette, if you really want it that badly…”

“If negotiations are off the table, then let it be,” Yuri cut him off. “What’s urgent is finding my daughter.”

“Understood.”

Ysabel felt a bit on edge; after all, Yuri had become increasingly formidable over the Even Leila wouldn’t dare cross him, let alone her relatively minor family.

years.

Luckily, the Lynette family did not react with fury, and Ysabel breathed a sigh of relief.

Coincidentally, she received an invitation to a friend’s wedding, and this friend was also a mutual acquaintance of her and Brittany.

After some thought, Ysabel shared the news with Brittany.

“Ophelia’s getting hitched. Do you want to go to the wedding?”

Bri-jeweled Studio and later

without

her on a leisurely trip in Craneville,

the day of the wedding, Brittany and

arriving at the rendezvous point, they found Ysabel had already been waiting for

of Isaac’s

taking Brittany’s hand, Ysabel said,

was worried about

dismissed her concerns. “I’ve talked to my husband. He’ll hang out

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downstairs.”

Mr. Salter and I will wait here

still unsure.

her an encouraging smile. “Go ahead.”

Brittany followed Ysabel

you left for Imperial City, Ophelia’s been asking about you. She’ll be thrilled you’re

dressing room and announced loudly, “Ophelia, guess who

sound, and in the next second, she

was enveloped in the bride’s embrace. “You’re finally back! I’ve missed you so

flushed and

situation, Ysabel

did you get back?

up with work. I was about to contact you when

on stirring the pot with her friends in Craneville, but Ophelia’s

her hand. “You were supposed to be my maid of honor. If only you’d t