The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Brittany..."

"Kari, head back to New York sooner rather than later, don't worry about me. I've got my ways to get through this mess."

"Meeting up now will only put you in the line of fire. It's better for you to go back to New York, so I can have some peace of mind."

Brittany ended the call, changed into a sharp suit, and headed to the Lynette Corporation.

Kari, phone in hand, contemplated calling back.

"Kari, let it be," Ronald saw through Brittany's intention, "Brittany is in deep trouble. If you get involved, it's only going to make things harder for her."

Brittany was distancing herself to protect Kari.

Kari felt helpless: "It's all my fault... I can't do anything..."

"It's not that you can't do anything. We'll head back to New York and wait for the right moment." Ronald believed that Brittany wouldn't just sit around waiting for doom, especially not when her own wedding was being manipulated! Kari nodded, "Then we'll go back today."

Ronald sealed it with a kiss, "Alright."

...

Brittany finished a meeting,

in New York. If you need anything,

tone was

for a moment, she replied: "Take good care of

Salter is still alive. There's always a

deactivated

upon

did Ronald know

the secretary came in, holding a bunch of sunflowers: "Mr. Lynette, someone sent you

flowers, finding a card inside. The handwriting was sharp, quite contrary

her desk and dismissed the

continued with her work, not stopping

left when Brittany, grabbing her coat and bag,

deserted, save for a

and opened the door, arms suddenly wrapped around her, pulling her into a

was startled. There were cameras in

waist. His warmth made Brittany instinctively lean back.