The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Let's talk about the details then," Brittany said.

Zinnia's admiration for Brittany bordered on reverence. She wasn't after material gains; all she wanted was a chance to join the design team and unleash her creative potential. Brittany, of course, was not about to refuse her. A talented designer needed ample room for imagination.

In addition to Zinnia, Brittany also invited other designers to join YULI.

With fresh faces at YULI, the design department buzzed with new energy, like throwing a catfish into a school of sardines.

At the helm, Brittany launched the new line at the end of the month.

The excitement around YULI's latest offerings was palpable, and within a week, sales soared past half a billion!

Though not as explosively popular as Bri-jeweled Studio, for a brand that had been dormant for years, this was a significant achievement.

Riding the wave of success, Brittany enlisted several well-known designers to collaborate wholeheartedly on the new collection.

In just six months, YULI had turned its fortunes around, even surpassing the one billion mark in sales for the new quarter!

When Brittany first took over YULI, many were skeptical and waited for her to fail. Yet, in just half a year, YULI went from an underdog to a near top-tier brand.

Yuri was so impressed that he spared no expense to throw a grand celebration for Brittany.

knew Yuri was paving the way for

celebration, Brittany disliked such occasions. She spoke

the young lady

many were eyeing her, hoping to climb the social

after six months of therapy with Dr. Peter, she had completely

stand in her way," Yuri had said, knowing all too well the pain of a forced separation. He preferred

the morning and enduring a seven-hour marathon meeting, Brittany was exhausted. Yet, she still had to attend the celebration that evening. Returning to

distant memory, and she felt as if something vital was missing from her heart, though she couldn't pinpoint what it was.

the balcony jolted

opened her eyes just as hands clamped

the sound of a "click", the room plunged into darkness, and the

metallic scent filled

instantly that this man was no friend. Otherwise, he wouldn't be covered in

muffled attempts to struggle were met with a stern whisper, "I'll let go, but you can't make a sound, and no one must

handsome face was smeared with blood, making

the situation,

man released her and collapsed onto the bed, accidentally touching Brittany's hand against his wound. He groaned and then

in blood, his arm deeply gashed. The thick smell of blood made Brittany