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

camera, why would she ever

every right to refuse

Lynette

Bang!

into the interrogation room, grabbed Mabel by the

wouldn't even let a fly harm

reporter dared to

still believed she was in the right:

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

face turned red with anger. "If she

has to bow down to you? Who do you think you are? Believe me, with just one word from me, you won't step foot outside this police station!" Yuri hadn't encountered such

if her needs were the only ones that

a police station. If you dare lay a finger on me,

the 21st century, after all. We

make a peep if I decide

audacity, and her

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

Mabel struggled, "Help"