The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

A black car pulled up outside the studio.

Chapter 58

The door swung open, and out came a bunch of goons armed with sticks, heading straight for the studio!

“Smash it up!” they shouted.

And with that, they swung their sticks at the studio. They were all so aggressive and

intimidating that everyone was scared shitless, and passersby were throwing them curious looks.

Brittany was about to answer some questions when she saw them coming and her face turned pale.

“Hannah, move!” she yelled.

Hannah was standing with her back to them, oblivious to the danger. Brittany quickly pulled her aside, but not before getting hit on the arm with a stick. The pain made her gasp!

These guys were clearly prepared. A few swings and the sign were smashed. One of the goons in the back was carrying a bucket of pig’s blood, which he promptly dumped all over Brittany.

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stench was unbearable. The sound of shattering glass resounded in her ears,

reacted and tried to stop the goons. They were hurling insults, so Hannah picked up a stick and swung it at them. “Get out or

day, they had

reeked of a

jacket, and draped it over Brittany. He pulled out his phone

for it when they saw the police being called, but Hannah blocked them,

the studio she had painstakingly decorated, destroyed. It was

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15:23

“Mr. Salter, you okay?”

he had been spacing out for the third

back to reality and cleared his throat.

Sydney arrived at Grandeur Capital. They were

recognized them and said. “Mr. Salter is in a meeting, please wait

know who we are? I am his cousin. Tell him I want

offend Sydney, but neither did she

disliked Sydney’s high profile and felt a little embarrassed. If she knew,