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?”

of Bri-jeweled Studio and later became a close friend.

agreed without

leisurely trip

wedding, Brittany and

Ysabel

of Isaac’s

Isaac and taking Brittany’s hand, Ysabel said, “Come on, let’s go upstairs and check on Ophelia.”

worried about

concerns. “I’ve talked to my husband. He’ll hang out with Mr. Salter

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downstairs.”

reassuringly. “Go on, Mr. Salter and I will wait here for you.”

still unsure.

an encouraging smile.

followed Ysabel upstairs.

asking about you. She’ll be thrilled you’re

her excitement, led Brittany into the dressing room and announced loudly, “Ophelia,

the next second, she pushed past her bridesmaids

bride’s embrace. “You’re finally back! I’ve

flushed and

Ysabel quickly intervened.

get back? Why didn’t you

I was tied up with work. I was about to contact you when I heard about your

planned on stirring the pot with her friends in Craneville, but

my maid of honor. If