The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The news of Brittany's kidnapping spread through Craneville like wildfire, stirring up a widespread commotion.

Yuri rallied every resource he could muster, dedicating all his energy to tracking down Isaac's whereabouts.

A wrecked car was found at the bottom of a cliff, its shape grotesquely twisted. The police struggled to pry it open, only to find it empty.

Isaac had vanished without a trace.

According to the car's dash cam footage, Isaac, severely injured and tumbling down the cliffside, had slim chances of survival. The police scoured a thirty-mile radius in full force.

Some of Isaac's belongings, including a ring, were recovered, but beyond these items, there was no further trace of him.

"Mr. Lynette," the officer said gravely, "considering the current circumstances, it's highly likely that Mr. Isaac Salter is no longer with us."

Badly hurt and fallen off a cliff, the odds of being alive were slim.

They had searched for miles around and found no sign of Isaac. And the area, scarcely trodden by human feet, made it almost impossible for anyone to have rescued him.

Yuri slammed his fist on the table, his face clouded with anger. "No matter what, you need to find him!"

was still his grandson's

Yuri, the police embarked on a

days passed without any new

affairs to Holden,

suffered a head injury and was recovering from surgery,

butler couldn't bear to watch anymore. "Mr. Lynette, perhaps you should go home

it would be

they found

the butler whispered, "it

Leila?

family, and they dare lay a hand

how much Mr. Lynette cared, yet she

Brittany's condition was precarious.

insisting

he made a personal

so lucky as

Her frustration was palpable.

booked a flight, planning to flee Craneville. Yet, before she could even leave her house, Yuri blocked her path inside her own