The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 457

The moment the lounge door was flung open, a flurry of camera lenses zeroed in on Brittany and William.

The sound of shutter clicks and scrambling feet filled the air.

Brittany instinctively tried to slam the door shut, but the reporters caught her off guard and barged into the lounge.

She was shoved aside, slamming into the wall. She instinctively clutched her belly, wincing from the pain.

“Brittany!”

William tried to rush to her side but ended up taking a tumble.

Every reporter’s gaze was drawn to his empty pant leg. Seeing his state, Brittany scrambled up and quickly moved to his side, yanking down the blanket to cover his leg.

The reporters jostled to get their shots. Brittany panicked; her face was as white as a sheet. “Get out! Get out!”

Where did these people come from? Why were they here?

One reporter sneered, “Brittany, you’re married to Mr. Salter, yet you’re here having a secret rendezvous with Mr. Dillion. You sure have a way with men!” “She must have something up her sleeve to have snagged Mr. Salter.” Another chimed in

reporter caught sight of William’s half-undressed state and jeered, “You’re pregnant

a vase with the other. His

our privacy. If you want to continue working in Imperial

were stunned into

clothes, returned.

the attention of

and started shoving reporters out

a pregnant woman and a disabled man. They had crossed a line!

no choice but to call the police

the lounge, even the police were at a

police station without even

station, she answered all their questions truthfully. It was only then that she learned that the reporters had received an anonymous

came to the station, took care of the paperwork, and brought Brittany home.

ride home was silent. Isaac’s face was a thundercloud, and Brittany was too drained to even

Residences,

you and Mr. Dillion is all

a word and

a birthday party