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. "All set

He stood up.

grabbed his hand impulsively. "Do you

someone you like?" Brittany licked her lips nervously. "If

Isaac found this amusing.

circle, appearing before him without even

a family," he stated

profusely. No wonder he hadn't given her his contact information; he was

she hastily left with

have offended Brittany, summoned her. Brittany redid the spreadsheets and

The director examined the

closely and asked Brittany if she

honestly answered that

and strong work ethic. However, his strict demeanor was simply a reflection of his

afternoon, Brittany returned to the café, only to find

was only filling in temporarily. Besides knowing his nickname, Zac, nobody knew

a sense

Yuri brought up