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."

...

as Brittany finished a meeting, she received

in New York. If you need

was unmistakably

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

Salter is still alive. There's

then deactivated

upon seeing

know

in New York. How could he know something that happened all the way in Craneville? Lost in thought, the secretary came in, holding a bunch

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

card on her desk and dismissed

and continued with her work, not stopping until

grabbing her coat and bag, took the

was nearly deserted, save for a

her car and opened the door, arms suddenly wrapped

startled. There were cameras in

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