The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 446

Brittany, Mr. Nestor personally toasted you: why did you turn him down?”

“Huh, Brittany’s a big shot now, she doesn’t even care about her seniors anymore?

“She just had a few successful sales of her new designs, and she thinks she’s a top-notch jewelry designer? In this circle, true nbility is what matters the

“Ms. Dustin, I heard you have a special relationship with Mr. Turley, How much did you spend on the marketing of your new designs? What price did you pay to get Mr. Tueley on your side?”

Some sneered sarcastically. What kind of price? She must have sold herself!”

At that, the crowd broke into laughter.

Even Nestor looked at Brittany with contempt in his eyes, as if she had done something shameful.

Brittany’s fingers tightened slightly on her glass.

She used to admire Nestor a lot, and she was very fond of his design style

She had dreamed of meeting Nestor but she never thought that the nationally renowned Nestor would be such a despicable person.

He slandered her without any basis!

The laughter got louder, so Tina quietly slipped away and found Isaac.

someone is giving Ms.

what had happened, and Isaac’s face changed

that Nestor was a notonous

down his wine glass and strode over to

drink, Nestor wanted to pressure her, but he didn’t

boore? I’ll drink

behind him and stared coldly at

Brittany, causing him to look at Brittany with

was a bit wary of Isaac, so he didn’t finish his

from Nestor and gently swirled it. Through this action, he showed the wedding ring on

exchange glances.

had heard about Mr. Salter’s marriage, but no one had seen

wouldn’t speculate after seeing

the actresses who were previously chatting with Brittany changed their expressions. Had Brittany taken a step ahead

Salter?

I am her senior and want to drink with her. What’s your role in drinking for

the thoughts of everyone

he and Brittany

“Mr. Nestor. I’m sorry”

everything with a cold voice, 1 really can’t drink. Whether you think I don’t want to or

down her glass and walked

‘Bri, wait