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."

back to her. "All set with the spreadsheets. If

He stood up.

grabbed his hand impulsively. "Do you have a

like?" Brittany licked her lips nervously. "If not, can

Isaac found this amusing.

Brittany had come full circle, appearing before him without even

a family," he

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

forwardness, she hastily left with

might have offended Brittany, summoned her. Brittany redid the

The director examined the

Brittany if she

honestly answered that a friend had

her intelligence, capability, humble attitude, and strong work ethic. However, his strict demeanor was simply a reflection of his

that afternoon, Brittany returned to the café, only to find Isaac

learning that he was only filling in temporarily.

a sense of loss,

Yuri brought