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.

see if you dare to plagiarize

not one to be

of Imperial

glass resounded in

stop the goons. They were hurling insults, so Hannah picked up a stick and swung

a festive day, they had the nerve to cause

of a

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

goons tried to make a run for it when they saw the police being called, but Hannah blocked them, swinging her

sea of red. Her arm throbbed with pain, but her heart hurt more. She turned around to see the studio she had painstakingly decorated, destroyed. It was like a tornado had swept through, all traces of her hard work, shattered. Ignoring the pig’s blood on her, William picked her up and

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15:23

“Mr. Salter, you okay?”

tapped on the table, reminding Isaac that he had been spacing out for the third

reality and cleared his throat. “Sorry, let’s

Grandeur Capital. They were not

them and said. “Mr. Salter is in a

are? I am his cousin. Tell him I want to see

offend Sydney, but neither did she dare

felt a little