The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 957

Brittany was initially unwilling to associate with Ivy anymore, but, to her dismay, Ivy had become like glue since that day, sticking to her side. Faced with no alternative, Brittany decided to turn a blind eye.

Isaac, catching wind of this, was rather surprised. “A princess has a crush on me?”

He couldn’t even recall Ivy’s face, let alone notice her affections for him.

“Are you disappointed?” Brittany quipped.

Isaac threw up his hands in a surrendering gesture. “Not at all.”

He wrapped his arms around Brittany, planting a kiss on her, savoring her softness. “But what about you? Being buddies with your rival, doesn’t that worry you?”

“Ivy won’t be setting her sights on you again.”

Ivy wasn’t exactly Miss Congeniality, but she wasn’t evil incarnate either, or else she wouldn’t have apologized.

Isaac didn’t dwell much on it; his focus was on the new branch office. Since its launch, he’d been hustling, snagging projects left and right. Riding on the coattails of Grandeur Capital’s reputation, he quickly secured two major deals, and it was only a matter of time before he delivered a stellar performance.

Their sweet nothings lasted late into the night until a call from Ophelia came through.

“Bri, can you reach out to Saskia for me?”

sense of foreboding gripped Brittany. “Is

has worsened; he’s

contact info at the hospital, explained that Jonathan’s initial minor burns had escalated due to neglect, resulting in a severe infection that now endangered his life.

had no choice

the Metzgers and getting no response, as they seemed determined to wash their hands of Jonathan,

way

up and

at the hospital, feeling trapped as the hospital staff, fearing liability, refused to

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the Metzgers finally showed up. Blood

the room, Mrs. Metzger, tears streaming down her face, murmured her thanks. “Ophelia, I’m

doors to the emergency

is severe. It might be some time before he

Metzger’s heart, which had been hanging by a thread, settled back into place, and she

lay unconscious for a full forty-eight hours. The

Ophelia stood up. “Jonathan.”

stared at her intently, his lips quivering. After a long struggle, he managed to utter, “Who are you?”