The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 900

Chapter 900 

She declined politely at first, indicating that Bri-jeweled Studio was not looking to expand at the moment. 

The response from the other end was tepid. “Ms. Ysabel, Mr. Lynette is saying he’s open to any terms, as long as you’re willing to let go of Bri-jeweled Studio.” 

Ysabel stood her ground. “I’m not in need of money.” 

There was a pause, and then the call was disconnected. 

When Yuri was informed, he didn’t bat an eyelid. 

A confidant approached. “Mr. Lynette, if you really want it that badly…” 

“If negotiations are off the table, then let it be,” Yuri cut him off. “What’s urgent is finding my daughter.” 

“Understood.” 

Ysabel felt a bit on edge; after all, Yuri had become increasingly formidable over the Even Leila wouldn’t dare cross him, let alone her relatively minor family. 

years. 

Luckily, the Lynette family did not react with fury, and Ysabel breathed a sigh of relief. 

Coincidentally, she received an invitation to a friend’s wedding, and this friend was also a mutual acquaintance of her and Brittany. 

After some thought, Ysabel shared the news with Brittany. 

“Ophelia’s getting hitched. Do you want to go to the wedding?” 

Ophelia had been a client of Bri-jeweled Studio and later became a close friend. 

Brittany agreed without hesitation. 

Isaac had been accompanying her on a leisurely trip in Craneville, which turned out to quite enjoyable. 

On the day of the wedding, Brittany and Isaac attended together. 

Upon arriving at the rendezvous point, they found Ysabel had already been waiting for a while. 

“Ysabel,” Brittany called out as she let go of Isaac’s hand and hurried over to her. 

After exchanging greetings with Isaac and taking Brittany’s hand, Ysabel said, “Come on, let’s go upstairs and check on Ophelia.” 

“But Zakky…” Brittany was worried about leaving Isaac behind. 

Ysabel dismissed her concerns. “I’ve talked to my husband. He’ll hang out with Mr. Salter 

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downstairs.” 

Xavier smiled reassuringly. “Go on, Mr. Salter and I will wait here for you.” 

Brittany was still unsure. 

Isaac gave her an encouraging smile. “Go ahead.” 

So, Brittany followed Ysabel upstairs. 

“Since you left for Imperial City, Ophelia’s been asking about you. She’ll be thrilled you’re here.” 

Ysabel, unable to hide her excitement, led Brittany into the dressing room and announced loudly, “Ophelia, guess who I brought!” 

The bride turned at the sound, and in the next second, she pushed past her bridesmaids and stood up. 

Before Brittany could react, she was enveloped in the bride’s embrace. “You’re finally back! I’ve missed you so much!” 

Brittany, nearly suffocated by the hug, flushed and gasped, “Ophelia, calm down…” 

Seeing the situation, Ysabel quickly intervened. 

Ophelia was overjoyed. “When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I just got back; I was tied up with work. I was about to contact you when I heard about your wedding, so I came uninvited.” 

Brittany hadn’t planned on stirring the pot with her friends in Craneville, but Ophelia’s wedding made her presence necessary. 

Ophelia held her hand. “You were supposed to be my maid of honor. If only you’d t earlier.” 

“I’m married now,” Brittany shook her head. “Who ever heard of a married woman se 

as a maid of honor?” 

Ophelia looked a bit dejected.