The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 937

Brittany sighed, feeling a tad helpless. The bond between grandparents and grandchildren was epitomized in Yuri’s doting affection.

At the thought of the illustrious Yuri, known for his prowess in the boardroom, now playing the role of a domesticated granddad, lvy shivered at the mere idea.

“Ms. Dustin, care to join us for a bit?”

“No, thank you. I’m meeting some friends,” Brittany declined before they parted ways.

Ivy, elated with acquiring Brittany’s contact information, returned to their private booth where Saskia had just ended a phone call.

“Princess, I’ve got to run,” Saskia announced. Her mother Leila had overindulged in drinks at home, and Saskia needed to hurry back.

“Sure, see you next time,” Ivy replied.

Exiting the booth, Saskia rolled her eyes. Leila was always dramatic, insisting on Saskia’s company, as if she were some sort of miracle cure. Saskia found it tiresome, always being the go-to person for everything.

In a huff, Saskia nearly bumped into Brittany, who had just come out of the restroom.

Saskia immediately followed after her.

interrupted them. Saskia recognized one of them

line of politicians, with her son and husband both prominent figures in the political arena. She

never secure a good marriage match despite her favored status.

their eye on him. She envied Ivy, born into privilege, even her marriage prospects a cut above the rest. Yet, Saskia felt compelled to follow in Ivy’s footsteps, hoping to gain more attention and a favorable marriage as

married Isaac and stood to inherit all of Yuri’s wealth, a fact that Saskia despised.

Isaac’s close ties to Ivy,

ruin Brittany’s marriage, wouldn’t Brittany become a laughingstock? Perhaps even her father might reconsider.

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Chapter 937

mind made up, Saskia slipped

Lynettes’, Leila was still sobbing in bed, her eyes

patience for those who wallowed in love woes,

disdain, Saskia feigned

tears, Leila lamented, “Saskia, your father has gone too far…”

clung to Saskia’s hand, pouring out her grievances

his way, making up for lost time

so