The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 917

An ordinary catch-up session between best friends was suddenly thrown off course.

With a touch of resignation, Ophelia pressed her fingertips to her temples. “Bri, you just witnessed quite the spectacle.”

Vincent insisted he’d been played. Yet, if he hadn’t gotten involved with that woman, how could he have been played at all?

Though she once harbored feelings for Vincent, they were now fading. Cutting her losses was clearly the smartest move.

“It’s okay.” Brittany knew Ophelia was hurting, even if she didn’t show it. After all, Ophelia had invested genuine emotions. And because of that woman, she’d become the butt of Craneville’s jokes!

“Forget it, just come shopping with me.” Ophelia didn’t want to dwell on it any longer and pulled Brittany toward their favorite boutiques.

The two chatted and laughed, completely in sync.

While Ophelia headed to the changing room, Brittany settled herself in the VIP lounge with a magazine she’d grabbed at random, only to flip it open to a photo of the Princess of Craneville. With her delicate beauty and the grace of a budding rose, every smile and frown spoke of elegance.

The Craneville royalty was one of the few remaining with real power. Among them, this princess held a special place, cherished by all.

Renowned for her dedication to charity and philanthropy, she epitomized the values the royal family needed to uphold, serving as an exemplary figure to capture the public’s adoration.

A sales associate brought over afternoon tea and the latest issue of the magazine.

nothing. She practically cleared the store’s

Ophelia’s way and had braced herself

finishing up his work for the afternoon, Isaac called her. “Where

shopping.” Brittany gave him the address.

Isaac hung up, got into his car, and set off to pick

in the square was airing

out toward the elevator. Just as he reached the elevator, a figure burst out, crashing

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Chapter 917

“Whoa…”

back a step. “I’m

and found

she’d run into was someone she’d seen at

banquet.

face flushed with

off. “I’m

in a hurry to meet Brittany and brushed past Ivy,

retreating figure, feeling an unfamiliar sense of doubt.

beauty. For her status.

a first for