The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The Walker family's fall from grace meant that every elite circle that had once eyed Eltham with interest now steered clear, fearing the backlash.

In Craneville, it was common knowledge that Eltham had little patience for such matters.

Brittany, pregnant and overwhelmed, found herself unable to juggle the demands of the company.

Yuri, barely recovered from a severe illness, was pushing himself to manage the sprawling Lynette Conglomerate.

Holden, eager to ease his brother's burden, hesitated, wary of Yuri's reaction. After much deliberation, he chose to follow Yuri's wishes and keep to his own lane. Saskia Lynette, fuming, confronted her brother, "You know Brittany's practically royalty now, and dad still won't acknowledge you. Doesn't that tick you off?" "That's dad's call to make."

Holden believed Yuri was right; after all, he wasn't a blood Lynette. "Quit scheming, Saskia. Focus on your own stuff. If you stir trouble, I'll be the first to come after you!" Saskia stormed off, muttering about Holden's blind loyalty. Barely a few steps away, a car blocked her path.

"Ms. Lynette."

The car door swung open, revealing Mrs. Walker.

"You?"

Saskia frowned, "What do you want?"

With the Walker family bankrupt, what business could Mrs. Walker possibly have with her?

Mrs. Walker's eyes narrowed, "Ms. Lynette, I'd like to discuss a partnership with you."

Saskia scoffed, "A partnership? With what you've got left?"

She wasn't naive. The Walkers had crossed Eltham, a line no one dared cross.

Yet, Mrs. Walker persisted, "Don't you want your brother to lead the Lynette empire? Don't you want Brittany to pay?"

"I do," Saskia admitted, seeing through Mrs. Walker's ploy, "but not with you."

Leaving Mrs. Walker with a bitter retort, Saskia walked away.

Humiliated, Mrs. Walker slammed her fist onto the car seat, seething with rage. "Saskia!"

Holden, concerned for his sister, had guards watch over her, preventing any rash actions. Fortunately, Saskia had rejected Mrs. Walker's proposal.

Mrs. Walker, thwarted, returned to her rented apartment, venting frustration on the furniture before

calming down. Content benet

"Brittany had an accident before?" she prodded her bodyguard, who nodded.

"Look into it. It might be our turning point."

...

Brittany, restricted to the villa, grew

veline

restless. Eltham's visits became more frequent, yet their

conversations remained superficial.

After the first trimester, Brittany was itching to return to work. At dinner, she broached the subject.

"No," Eltham said, not pausing his eating.

The doctor had warned that Brittany needed to avoid stress due to her frail health.

Understanding Eltham's

stubbornness, Brittany took a deep breath, Eltham, you can't keep me cooped up forever. What will people say if I don't go out?"

"Let them talk," Eltham frowned, wondering if someone had been filling Brittany's head with gossip.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.