The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 919

Brittany was ushered into the fitting room and with a ripping sound, her dress was torn.

"Isaac!"

She adored that dress!

Isaac leaned in close, "You like it? I’ll buy you more... loads more."

But she couldn't wear them out, not where other men could catch a glimpse. In his eyes, that would be a desecration of her purity.

Ophelia left the lounge but didn't really go anywhere. After waiting for half an hour without a sign of Brittany, her patience began to wear thin.

"Hey, check on her, will you?"

At Ophelia's command, a shop assistant headed to the dressing room. Moments later, the assistant returned, blushing and flustered. "Ophelia, the fitting room is... well, it’s a bit occupied."

Green with envy, Ophelia thought: Damn, why does that guy only know how to push people around?

"Turn off the surveillance. We don't want any evidence!" Before leaving, Ophelia made sure the staff were sworn to secrecy, with a stern warning that any slip-up would not bode well for them.

The employees promptly reassured her, "Don't worry, Ophelia. We didn't see a thing."

Three hours later, Brittany stormed out of the dressing room, leaving Isaac behind.

The employees pretended that they didn’t know a thing, but it was too obvious. Brittany’s face was a mask of fury, and she stalked off with purposeful strides.

Isaac spared the employees a casual glance.

"Sir, rest assured, we’re clueless about the afternoon’s events."

Satisfied, Isaac spent the next hour coaxing Brittany back into good spirits.

Every gown she had tried on was neatly packed and sent to their villa.

Remembering her ripped dress, Brittany glared at Isaac, which only made him melt. "Stop glaring."

Her anger never seemed to intimidate; instead, it reminded him of a kitten flaunting its claws—utterly endearing.

Luckily for him, Brittany's temper was as quick to vanish as it was to flare up. Soon enough, they were back to cooing sweet nothings.