The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 919

Brittany was ushered into the fitting room and with a ripping sound, her dress was torn.

“Isaac!”

She adored that dress!

Isaac leaned in close, “You like it? I’ll buy you more… loads more.”

But she couldn’t wear them out, not where other men could catch a glimpse. In his eyes, that would be a desecration of her purity.

Ophelia left the lounge but didn’t really go anywhere. After waiting for half an hour without a sign of Brittany, her patience began to wear thin.

“Hey, check on her, will you?”

At Ophelia’s command, a shop assistant headed to the dressing room. Moments later, the assistant returned, blushing and flustered. “Ophelia, the fitting room is… well, it’s a bit occupied.”

Green with envy, Ophelia thought: Damn, why does that guy only know how to push people around?

“Turn off the surveillance. We don’t want any evidence!” Before leaving, Ophelia made sure the staff were sworn to secrecy, with a stern warning that any slip-up would not bode well

for them.

reassured her, “Don’t worry, Ophelia. We didn’t see a thing.”

out of

too obvious. Brittany’s face was a mask of fury, and she stalked

employees a casual glance.

assured, we’re clueless about the afternoon’s

coaxing

gown she had tried on was neatly packed and sent

dress, Brittany glared at Isaac, which only made him

instead, it reminded

vanish as it was to flare up. Soon

09.57

an investigation report. “Your Highness, the gentleman you encountered this afternoon is not from

all, she had

is he

from

pink nightgown,

said that Mr. Salter is the powerhouse behind Grandeur Capital, wealthy

how Isaac was a household name

“So he’s from A country.”