The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 947

Brittany sensed the underlying implications.

So, they thought she was the one to blame for this? How amusing.

Even if she hadn’t come back, Saskia was still the adopted one, and she wouldn’t get the Metzger family’s seal of approval.

Not wanting any bad blood, Brittany got up and left the room.

Jonathan’s fallout with the Metzger family over Saskia was the talk of Craneville, stirring up quite the hornet’s nest.

Ophelia found herself smack in the middle of the gossip mill, again. People were throwing shade left and right, insinuating that Ophelia couldn’t keep her man on a tight leash.

Ophelia just flashed her pearly whites and brushed it off. With a flick of her wrist, she squashed the collaboration, leaving those wagging tongues without a leg to stand on.

After a few were taught a lesson, the chatter died down.

Ophelia had a meeting with a client and picked a swanky restaurant for the occasion. She was always fierce in business, never giving an inch.

The other party, an old hand, tried to probe her limits during the chat. But Ophelia stood her ground, leaving him with no advantage and nearly at a loss.

After about three hours, the man grudgingly made concessions, with a hint of resentment. “Ms. Joyner, you’re as uncompromising as ever.”

All that effort, and not a single step back.

“Pleasure doing

the man stepped out to the restroom, he stumbled upon a commotion.

a customer, who was now clamoring for

none other than Jonathan. His eyes lit up with an idea, and he strutted back to the booth. “Ms.

Fiancé?

crossed Ophelia’s mind, and she pressed her temples,

stepped out of the booth, followed by the

Jonathan, drenched in humiliation and facing off against an

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usual charm was replaced by a

again. And all because he wouldn’t return to the Metzger

seemed his love for Saskia

disrupting true love, ruining a

face turned pale,

away from the customer and made a

behind, was fuming, threatening to file a complaint.

the manager to handle the situation and

hadn’t gone far and was crouched in a corner looking quite pitiful.

me that much?” Was this his way of rebelling,