The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Nathan went to find Isaac, "Mr. Salter, Miss Hestia has been brought back to Craneville."

The news that Isaac was still alive had caused quite a stir.

His marriage to Brittany and the love triangle with Eltham were being dissected by the media frenzy.

The massive computer screen was alive with paparazzi analyses.

They speculated wildly: would Brittany choose her former husband, Isaac, or her current fiancé, Eltham?

A lot of people felt Brittany should go back to Isaac.

But even more believed she would stick with Eltham, especially since Isaac was no longer the heir to the Grandeur Capital fortune, while Eltham was practically royalty! That alone seemed to put Isaac at a disadvantage.

Isaac looked particularly distressed by these discussions.

Nathan, seeing his turmoil, tried to reassure him, "Mr. Salter, you know how Mrs. Salter feels about you. She won't let you down."

If Brittany really wanted Eltham, she wouldn't have been involved with Isaac for so long.

Nathan had seen their journey, from the highs to the lows, only for Eltham to come between them. It seemed like a cruel twist of fate. "I know."

Isaac was aware of Brittany's love for him, but with her now by Eltham's side, and him unable to even get close, staying calm was a struggle. "Take care of Hestia, find a way to let Eltham know she exists."

"Mr. Salter, are you thinking of using Miss Hestia to change Eltham's mind?"

The notion made Nathan instinctively uneasy. Hestia hadn't been having the best time, and he hated to think of using her in any scheme. "Do you think Eltham will change his mind?"

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"Understood."

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