The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 504

Kari finally stopped crying, wiping away her tears, “Brittany, you’re finally back. I’ve been missing you all these years.”

“Me too”

Brittany had rushed over from the hospital, not even having time to change into formal wear. Kari led her upstairs and said, “I had my assistant prepare something for you.”

Upon entering the room, a stylist and a makeup artist were already waiting for them.

Brittany plopped down in front of the dressing mirror, ready for them to work their magic.

Kari wanted to stay and chat but was called away

She was super busy, and as Brittany watched her hustle around efficiently, a pang of sadness hit her.

Ever since Brittany left five years ago, Kari had cut ties with Wesley Tueley and had been suppressed in the industry for a long time.

But Kari had risen to the occasion, successfully leading Bri-jeweled Studio out of the rut

The makeup artist, who was new, kept praising Brittany for her great complexion. Brittany just laughed it off.

Once her look was done, the stylist picked out a black Audrey Hepburn-style dress that perfectly matched Brittany’s look for the day

into the

phone call looking upset, it was clear the conversation hadn’t gone well. She walked over to the water cooler, poured herself a cup of water, and drank it in one go. The sound of crunching paper filled the room as Kari crushed the cup in her hand, looking visibly frustrated.

damn bankers! They were begging for a partnership before, but now they’re the first ones to wash their hands off

the dressing room and noticed her upset, ‘Did

to burden her, “Bri,

her hand, “You’ve been holding up

hard.”

welled up

would have done anything

couldn’t bear to see Kari shoulder everything alone anymore. She asked the makeup artist and the stylist to leave, then pulled Kari down to sit. “After

took a document out of her bag,

what is this?”

bad feeling about that.

my shares, except for the original

“No way.”

is our baby. You’re the key to its success. I

“Kari.”

her voice heavy, “I might not come back in the future. I can’t manage the studio from afar. I want you to carry on our hard work and take it further.

a competent businesswoman. She had given so much over the past five years, and Brittany could feel