The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac)
Chapter 951

But tonight, Saskia had deliberately orchestrated a run-in between her, Isaac, and Brittany. When her subtle ploy failed, she laid her cards on the table.

Saskia was after more than just a good show; she wanted to see Ivy and Brittany locked in a battle of wills. After all, in the ensuing chaos, she stood to gain the most, like a fisherman reaping the rewards of a turbulent sea. "Saskia, thanks for the heads up," Ivy said, her eagerness cooled by the revelation. She didn't mind being used as a pawn by Saskia, but being played for a fool was another matter entirely. "It's getting late; I should head out."

With that, Ivy turned and left, knowing she'd need to keep her distance from Saskia from now on.

Getting into her car, the butler noticed her change in demeanor. "Your Highness, you don't seem to be in high spirits."

"What's your opinion of Brittany?" Ivy asked him.

"Ms. Dustin is a formidable businesswoman, a rare talent indeed," he replied with sincere admiration.

"And who do you think is more capable, her or me?"

The butler choked on his words. He had always been loyal to Ivy, but he couldn't deny Brittany's prowess.

His silence was answer enough.

"Let's go home," Ivy said, and they drove back to the royal estate.

Once home, Ivy had her people dig into Brittany and Isaac's backgrounds and discovered their relationship had always been strong. Even when Isaac was left with nothing due to Brittany's actions, he had accepted it. Ivy had to reflect. Perhaps she had made some regrettable moves in the past.

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Watching Ivy leave, a cold glint passed through Saskia's eyes. Ivy was known for her intense possessiveness. Now that she knew about Brittany and Isaac, she would never let them have peace. Humming a tune, Saskia returned to her room and, quite by chance, pulled out a gift from Jonathan. With no hesitation, she tossed it straight into the trash.

Jonathan was even more useless than she had thought. Sadly, she had no better options at the moment.

Saskia's birthday gala had caused quite a stir, even making the next day's news.

Jonathan, having worked overtime, trudged out of the diner, his uniform replaced by weariness. To save money, he rented a damp basement apartment that reeked of mildew. Before his fall from grace, he wouldn't have given such a place a second glance, but now, he had no luxury of choice.

Too exhausted to shower, he collapsed into bed and slept for a mere three hours before getting up. After a quick wash and stuffing some toast into his mouth, he left for the diner.

The job paid well, but he was desperate for money, so overtime was a must.

Jonathan had adapted quickly, serving with humble efficiency and always greeting customers with a smile, no matter their demeanor.

Sweating after over an hour of hard work, someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Jonathan, some patrons upstairs are asking for you. You better go check it out."

"Got it," he said, wiping sweat from his forehead.

After delivering dishes to one private booth, he headed to the one he had been directed to. As he pushed open the door, jeers greeted him.

"Told you so, Mr. Metzger is actually waiting tables here!"

"Quite the fall from grace, Mr. Metzger. Fell out with your own family over a woman, and now you're serving drinks?"

"Mr. Metzger, come over, have a seat."

Jonathan recognized them instantly; they were people he had put in their place before. Now, eager to humiliate him, they came to gloat over his break with the Metzger family. Standing frozen, his face turned ashen, Jonathan asked, "You here for something?"

Crash!

A wine glass shattered, its pieces scattering across the floor.

"Mr. Metzger, you've turned your back on the Metzger family. Do you still think you're some kind of young master?"

"That's right. You're just an ordinary Joe now. We lift a finger, and you're done for."