The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"I studied finance. Follow me."

Isaac untied his apron and led Brittany to the staff room at the back of the cafe.

Brittany pulled out her tablet and handed over the spreadsheets to Isaac. With just a glance, Isaac pinpointed the problem.

He started a new spreadsheet. "Miss, these kinds of spreadsheets are mainly..."

Knowing his expertise in finance, Brittany was eager to learn from him.

As he began working on the spreadsheets, Brittany realized just how formidable a professional could be. He explained every type of report and discussed data accuracy in detail, swiftly resolving all of Brittany's issues in one go.

Brittany tried to focus on his words, but her eyes drifted to his lips, moving rhythmically as he spoke, irresistibly drawing her in.

Isaac noticed her distraction and set the tablet down. "Miss, what are you looking at?"

"You," Brittany blurted out, then her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Isaac chuckled lightly, realizing she was admiring his face. "It seems you quite like my face."

"You might not believe me," Brittany struggled to stay composed. "When I first saw you, I felt like I knew you from somewhere."

the tablet back to her.

He stood up.

his hand impulsively. "Do you have

do you have someone you like?" Brittany licked her lips nervously. "If not, can I

Isaac found this amusing.

these years, Brittany had come full circle, appearing

have a family," he

apologizing profusely. No wonder he hadn't given her his contact

forwardness, she hastily left

offended Brittany, summoned her. Brittany redid the spreadsheets and handed them to him

The director examined the

Brittany if

honestly answered that a friend had helped

humble attitude, and strong work ethic. However, his strict

the café,

filling in temporarily. Besides knowing his nickname, Zac,

a sense of loss,

home. Yuri brought up