The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The two of them were as thick as thieves, an unbreakable duo.

When Brittany returned to the private room, the atmosphere felt noticeably off. Somehow, the group had grown in size. Elijah was seated at the head of the table, with Jared beside him, his smile respectful but overly eager, hinting at an underlying desire to please. Another figure lurked in the shadows, his face half-lit by the dim lighting, creating a mysterious aura that made it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"Mr. Lynette."

Upon Brittany's return, Jared immediately stood up, "Let me introduce you, Elijah, Mr. Ulbricht."

Brittany exchanged greetings with Elijah and took her seat at a leisurely pace.

"Mr. Ulbricht just got back to Craneville and might not be familiar with Mr. Lynette," Jared explained eagerly. "Mr. Lynette is his only daughter and sole heir."

Elijah had previously crossed paths with Brittany, but that was when he was known as Hugh. Now, Elijah had undergone a complete transformation.

"Ms. Lynette, I've heard so much about you. Looking forward to learning more."

Brittany bore no ill will towards Elijah, seeing him as nothing more than a stranger. Elijah and Brittany exchanged a few words, while Caspian remained silent throughout.

a glass of

space and pushed him away forcefully: "Don't

glass shattered. The young man

immediately scolded loudly, "Get out. How dare you

grabbed a napkin

left, Jared called over the club's manager, "That young man from earlier, teach him a lesson. We can't have just anyone approaching her." Brittany stepped out of the room, trying to escape the club's overpowering scent, and made

"Ms. Lynette."

face seemingly masked by the

"Caspian, what is it?"

displeasure, Caspian moved closer, "What's wrong, Ms. Lynette? You seem to have a

into clearing her name, yet here she was, not appreciating his efforts and instead spending her

stepped back, "Isn't Caspian married? What would Mrs.

sniffed the air, "Ms. Lynette, do you smell

remained silent, her face stern. He leaned in closer, a smile playing

always remind me about

mean, Ms. Lynette,