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Chapter 772
If it doesn’t work out, they can target his family company, the Dillion Group. The moment Dillion Group experiences
a crisis, William will surely capitulate. Isaac furrowed his brow, “Carla, are you sure you are in love with William?”
This wasn’t something one would do to someone they love.
Carla bit her lip, “I want him to be with me; he must never leave.”
Regardless of love, she couldn’t divorce.
Isaac couldn’t be bothered with Carla, tossing a “cut your losses in time” and left.
Grace and Brittany had a private conversation for over an hour, discussing the incident that occurred five years
ago.
“Bri, I was partial back then, and you suffered. I’ve thought a lot over the years and moved forward, I won’t play
favorites. I want you and Zac to live happily, and I won’t interfere anymore.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrittany, upon hearing these words, let go of her last bit of resentment, “Granny, thank you for supporting us.”
Isaac lost the Grandeur Capital because of her, and an average person wouldn’t possibly accept her.
Grace patted her head, “I’m sorry about your granny. It was Zac who wronged you five years ago. From now on,
you can bully him as you like. If he doesn’t treat you well, just tell me.”
Brittany’s eyes twinkled with a smile, “Thank you, Granny.”
Isaac was very compliant to her, except in bed.
Leaving Grace’s room, Brittany bumped into Carla.
“Brittany, don’t assume you stand a chance just because William and I are divorcing. I advise you to stay in your
lane. If you dare approach William again, don’t blame me for not being kind.”
Brittany couldn’t be bothered with Carla, she walked past her and left.
It was late, and Brittany and Isaac stayed the night at the Salter Manor.
The bedroom on the third floor had been cleaned.
Brittany came out of the bathroom, her body slightly damp.
Isaac had his back to her, on the phone.
The bedroom was well-lit with large floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting nearly half of Imperial City’s night view.
Brittany found a hairdryer. As soon as she turned it on, Isaac heard the noise and hung up the phone. He walked up
to her, took the hairdryer, and helped her dry her hair.
“Who were you on the phone with?”
“Nathan.” Isaac didn’t hide anything, “His family, the Jarvis family found out about his marriage plans, but they
disapproved.”
In other words, the Jarvis family wasn’t ready to let go of Nathan. After all, Nathan had achieved quite a lot over the
years. How could Mila willingly let her son marry some unknown jewelry designer?
Brittany raised an eyebrow, “What does Nathan think?”
“He always has his own ideas. The Jarvis family can’t change anything.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrittany’s hair was thick and dense, it took half an hour to dry it. Isaac helped her apply hair oil, picked her up, and
put her on the bed, “They will visit Imperial City soon, we can talk about it then.”
Brittany saw his increasing attentiveness and a smile flashed in her eyes, “Okay.”
After attending the dinner, Leda and her son returned to their mansion.
Zella Anderson had dinner and put the kid to bed. As she went downstairs, she heard Leda smashing a vase, “What
the hell is Grace thinking? She forgave everything Brittany did in the past, so why won’t she accept me?”
She was just pursuing true love; she didn’t make Isaac lose everything!
Marcel sat in his wheelchair, his face an odd shade, “Enough, mom, what’s the use of getting angry?”
Anger was useless.
“I don’t care, we must get Grace to give in soon. Your dad will be out soon,
Marcel’s dad, Manuel Salter, was sentenced to twelve years back then; he was well-behaved over the years, and
with Marcel’s behind-the-scenes maneuvering, he managed to get a sentence reduction.
At most, he’d be out in six months to a year.
Marcel rubbed his temples, “I know.”
After Leda had left, Zella came downstairs and approached Marcel, “Are you full? Would you like some more to
eat?”