The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

After a grueling two and a half hours, the doctor finally emerged.

"How's my daughter doing?"

"Your daughter's stable for now, but Ms. Lynette is quite frail. She'll need some serious R&R."

Yuri breathed a sigh of relief and instructed his butler to handle the hospital admission paperwork.

"Let's head to the police station!"

That reporter dared to lay hands on Brittany? Did he have a death wish in Craneville?

Mabel found herself being dragged into the police station, utterly bewildered.

The police examined her camera. It had taken a hit, but was still functional.

It had fully recorded Mabel's failed attempt to force an interview on Brittany and her subsequent shove.

"Mabel, do you realize because of that shove, Brittany's in the ER right now?"

Only then did Mabel start to panic. "It wasn't on purpose. I just wanted an interview, and she wrecked my camera!" She was just doing her job. How was this her fault?

Brittany who was

Brittany hadn't smashed her camera, why would

right

the desk, "The Lynette family's here. You'd

Bang!

the collar, "Who gave you the right

even let a fly

dared to

she was in the right: "She

she smashed your camera? My daughter's not a public figure. What makes you

red with anger.

think you are? Believe me, with just one word from me, you won't

revolved around her, as if her needs were the only ones that mattered, and

police station. If you dare lay a finger on

21st century, after all. We have

to make a peep if I decide to

believe her audacity, and her complete disregard for

the police couldn't touch him, if anything happened to Brittany, he'd go to the ends

Mabel struggled, "Help"