The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Elliot led Brittany into the spotlight, his hand firmly holding hers. Brittany, already a natural in front of cameras, dazzled the crowd with her charm, earning adulation from many. The queen herself looked on with evident admiration.

Elijah, having received an invitation, arrived at the gala just in time to witness this scene. His gaze instinctively sought out Isaac Salter, his eyes scrutinizing.

"Bad timing," he muttered under his breath.

Isaac's dark eyes landed on Elliot holding Brittany's hand. If looks could kill, Elliot would have been in dire straits. But in the next instant, Isaac's gaze cooled, becoming as serene as a still lake. "Mr. Ulbricht, let's focus on business first, shall we?"

"Mr. Ulbricht is here," someone announced, spotting Elijah's arrival.

Brittany instinctively looked towards Elijah and caught sight of Isaac. Dressed in a sleek black suit, his presence was imposing, his dark eyes hiding a world of thoughts. She instinctively pulled her hand back, meeting Elliot's surprised look with a smile. "Mr. Ulbricht has arrived. Let's go say hello."

Though Elliot was slightly displeased, he didn't show it. "Together."

"Bright Town," Elliot greeted, acknowledging their shared hometown. Elijah, lifting

picked up two glasses of champagne, offering

of the crowd, she dared not reveal this fact. Just as she was about to accept the champagne, a hand swiftly intercepted. "Prince Elliot, I'd fancy this champagne.

a leisurely sip of the champagne, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he addressed Elliot, "Apologies, Prince Elliot, but I do enjoy a good drink. Please,

reputation and allegiance to Elijah, knew better than to take offense. However, the exchange between Isaac and Brittany didn't sit well

then turned to Elliot, "I've been having some

focus shifted to concern. "Have you seen a

"Yes, I have."

more words with Elijah, planning to take Brittany to see a doctor later. After all, stomach issues were no small matter. Isaac watched the tender exchange between Elliot and Brittany, a shadow crossing his features, though he remained

Brittany, citing discomfort, excused herself to leave early. No sooner had she left than Isaac followed. Stepping out of the grand hall, Isaac quickly caught up and scooped Brittany into his arms,

a pack of wet wipes from the glove

face tightened. "He held your