The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 961

When Yuri noticed their arrival, he stood up with a welcoming grin. "Hey, Bri."

He had cleared a spot right next to him.

Brittany and Isaac took their seats.

"Mr. Lynette, this must be Brittany?"

The Brandt family had heard a lot about Brittany, though they rarely crossed paths.

Brittany was Yuri's chosen heiress, and the Brandts had once considered tying their families together through marriage. Unfortunately for them, Brittany was already married.

Word on the street was she even had a kid attending primary school.

Brittany greeted everyone with a friendly nod and smile.

Mrs. Brandt had met Brittany before and was quite taken with her, even more so than with Saskia. Without making a scene, Mrs. Brandt's soft gaze made it clear who she favored. It was a level of affection Saskia could never secure, no matter how hard she tried.

Saskia wanted to ignore it, but Mrs. Brandt's preference was too obvious. She bit her lip in frustration, careful not to make a sound and provoke Mrs. Brandt.

Dinner went smoothly, with the Brandts showing they meant business. The wedding gift they offered was a nine-figure sum—an exceptionally rare gesture in Craneville.

Throughout the evening, Brittany remained quiet, with Isaac by her side, attending to her every need with great care.

Mrs. Brandt, unfamiliar with Imperial City and oblivious to Isaac's status, mistook him for a freeloader riding on Brittany's coattails and couldn't help but disdain him.

While Mrs. Brandt had no objections to the marriage itself, she was concerned that Leila might get the boot from the Lynette family. During dinner, she subtly brought up the topic.

Yuri was visibly annoyed.

"We're not divorced," Leila interjected quickly. "And we won't be. I've watched Saskia grow up; she's my daughter. If you can't take good care of my girl, the Lynettes won't let it slide!"

Leila was fiercely protective, but to Mrs. Brandt, she was like a paper tiger—seemingly fierce but easily torn apart.

"That would be for the best," Mrs. Brandt replied coolly.

Saskia sat still, her face a mask of discomfort.