The atmosphere was as cold as a snowy mountain, crisp and profound.
A dark-colored desk stood nobly, and a man in a dark shirt turned his back to her, standing tall.
Brittany took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Mr. Salter."
Isaac turned around, motioning for her to sit.
Brittany didn't want anything to do with him, "Mr. Salter, have you been in touch with the bank?"
Isaac's expression suddenly tightened, "Is there an issue?"
"Don't you know if there's an issue?" Brittany's eyes were filled with mockery.
How could the bank change its mind so easily without the interference of the Salter family?
Isaac approached her and said, "I've done nothing."
He never thought of intervening in that matter, and the mocking look in Brittany's eyes made him uncomfortable.
"I'll contact the bank right away; you can have as much money as you need."
Possibly those people had sensed something and wanted to use his name to give Brittany a hard time.
"Okay then." Brittany was utterly bored, "Isaac, whatever we had ended five years ago."
Isaac killed her child, imprisoned her, and indirectly killed her grandmother. She never forgot any of that.
But with her limited ability, it was almost impossible to beat Isaac.
The video from five years ago was the most she could do.
Unfortunately, Isaac never got the punishment he deserved.
Isaac's face suddenly turned pale. He grabbed Brittany's hand. His eyes were filled with persistence as he said, "We're not over."
They never officially registered. How could there be talk of divorce?
Brittany was stunned. She thought he wouldn't agree to the divorce.
"You don't agree? Do I need your agreement?"
Isaac moved closer to her, gently wrapping his arm around her waist, "Bri, I never meant to hurt you."
Brittany smelled him and felt nauseous, pushing him away violently.
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