The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 895

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Chapter 895 “| got it. Proceeding as planned.” Chapter 895 For their honeymoon, Brittany and Isaac chose to kick off their romantic getaway in Craneville.

To Brittany, Craneville was more than just a city; it was a treasure chest of memories. She had spent five years there, nearly two thousand days and nights that had deeply ingrained the place in her heart, almost like a second hometown.

As the plane began its descent, a familiar sense of nostalgia pulled Brittany from her light slumber.

Isaac noticed her stirring. “Awake?” “How long until we land?” “About ten minutes.” Calculating the time, Isaac requested a glass of orange juice from the flight attendant and handed it to her.

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“Have sjuice. I've arranged for a car to take us straight to the hotel.” “No,” Brittany interjected. “I have a place here in Craneville. Let's go there instead.” Isaac was well aware of her property, but his concern lay in whether William had stayed there.

Brittany seemed to sense his thoughts and reassured him, albeit with a hint of exasperation, “William never stayed at that house.” Even after making up, Isaac's jealousy was still as ripe x His expression softened. “Alright then.” With no shadows of William lingering, Isaac was more than happy to follow Brittany's lead.

The last tthey had been in Craneville was for business. This visit was purely for pleasure, and Brittany's entire outlook felt different.

Once they landed and got into the car Isaac had arranged, Brittany gave the driver an address and they headed straight for her home.

Isaac was a stranger to the laid-back vibes of Craneville, a stark contrast to the bustling pace of Imperial City.

The city was a hub for tourists and commerce, sophisticated yet unhurried, with a quaint charm that catered to a leisurely lifestyle rather than the relentless urban grind.

1/2 08:27 Chapter 895 Instead of traffic jams, the streets were filled with people taking their tto savor life, their laughter mingling with the leisurely air.

Brittany had always loved Craneville, even considering settling down here at one point.

Their car merged with the flow of traffic, slowly making its way up the hillside to Brittany's hlocated in the affluent neighborhood of Bay Community.

As they entered the neighborhood, a grand estate caught their eyes, perched majestically on the prreal estate like a sentinel. An intimidating chill seemed to emanate from its walls.

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Isaac’s curiosity piqued. “Whose place is that?’ “The Lynette family’s,” Brittany explained. She had becquite familiar with the local elite during her years in Craneville. “The wealthiest in Craneville.” Even in terms of wealth, the Lynette family’s fortune was on par with the Salter family’s, known to be a dynasty of successful merchants who had ventured into politics, making a significant mark in Craneville’s history.

Isaac had heard of the Lynette family before. “So that’s the Lynette estate.” Brittany was too preoccupied with her own homecoming to dwell on the Lynette family. As the car cto a stop, she eagerly stepped out.

She had invested in a villa that, although not as luxurious as the Lynette Mansion, was a testament to her success. The three-story villa nestled among trees, with a grand iron gate opening to a shimmering man-made pond.

The garden was clearly well-maintained, resembling a picturesque landscape painting. Isaac followed her out of the car, momentarily taken aback by the sight of the expansive villa. With Craneville’s sky-high property prices, such a property would cost a fortune, reflecting how well Brittany had done for herself over the years.

Before leaving Craneville, she had arranged for a cleaning service to maintain the place weekly, leaving the villa spotless and ready for their arrival.

After bidding farewell to the driver, Brittany led Isaac into the living room.

The nearly thirty-foot-high ceiling in the living room, adorned with classic chandeliers, and the meticulous elegance that touched every corner, perfectly aligned with Brittany's refined taste.

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