The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 939

"Stick to the plan." Isaac leaned back into the leather armchair. "What's Noel's take on this?"

"He's resigned. Heading back to Grandeur Capital tomorrow."

"Let him have a crack at those projects we lined up." Isaac had this hunch; they wouldn't be returning to Imperial City anytime soon.

"Understood."

The buzz about Noel joining Grandeur Capital stirred Manuel from his complacency, insisting on a meeting with Isaac. Unfortunately, Isaac was nowhere near Imperial City.

Undeterred, Manuel, shamelessly flanked by a gaggle of reporters, barged into Noel's office, airing a laundry list of Isaac's supposed misdeeds.

Noel wasn't one to be pushed around. He called the cops without a moment's hesitation.

The reporters scattered like roaches, leaving Manuel red-faced and on the verge of a fainting spell.

"Got an issue with my brother?"

Manuel, face like thunder, retorted, "Too busy at Grandeur Capital, huh? Then let Marcel lend you a hand."

Marcel?

Noel chuckled. "In your dreams. Grandeur Capital belongs to the Salter family, and you're not part of the picture!"

Manuel was livid. "Noel, I'm your father…"

"Cut the act. With a dad like you, I must've been some sinner in a past life."

"Noel, I may have wronged your brother, but have I ever wronged you?" Manuel tried to soften his tone. "I've always wanted to make amends. You just wouldn't give me the chance, believing all those lies about me."

Noel was silent.

"Now that you're with Grandeur Capital, focus on your career, network. I know someone's daughter, around your age. She's leagues beyond Brittany. Without your brother, what's Brittany but a woman of no consequence?"

Manuel felt it was his paternal duty to strategize for Noel, unaware that his son couldn't care less.