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."

...

finished a meeting, she

is back in New York. If you need anything,

tone was unmistakably

pondering for a moment, she replied: "Take good care of Kari. As

replied instantly: Mr. Salter is still alive. There's always

then deactivated

frowned upon seeing the

Ronald know Isaac was still

all the way in Craneville? Lost in thought, the secretary came in,

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

placed the card on her desk and dismissed the

flowers in a vase and continued with her work, not

had left when Brittany, grabbing her coat

save for a few dim lights casting

opened the door, arms suddenly wrapped around her, pulling

were cameras

lap, his hands tightly circling her waist. His warmth made Brittany instinctively lean back. Before she could speak, he leaned in closer,