Chapter 863


    Chapter 863


    “Do you have any proof?” Brittany’s face was a storm cloud of fury, her icy gaze enough to send


    shivers down anyone’s spine.


    “She told me herself; I have the text messages.” As if to validate her im, the woman whipped out her


    phone, scrolling feverishly to reveal the damning evidence. “Ms. Dustin, please, have a look.”


    Brittany barely nced at the screen before she had to look away.


    The brazen, boastful tone of the messages, the way Joie bragged about nearly snuffing out a young


    life!


    “Ms. Dustin, those words came straight from her. I swear I’m not making this up.” The woman was


    desperate to distance herself from the mess.


    Joie had once been the belle of Imperial City, basking in the glow of the Salter family’s favor. Who


    could have imagined she’d fall from grace?


    She had only wanted to spectate the drama, little did she know she’d run into Brittany here and get


    caught red-handed!


    “What else has she done?”


    “That’s all I know.”


    “Give me the phone.” Brittany slid a check across the table. “If I find out you’ve been feeding me lies, I


    will make you regret the day you were born!”


    Taking the phone, Brittany stormed off.


    Charles emerged from the dance floor, a stunning beauty on his arm, her red lips intoxicating. “You’re


    back.”


    Charles nted a kiss on the woman’s cheek, whispering something that flushed her ears scarlet. After


    a brief greeting to Brittany, she took her leave.


    “Did I interrupt something?” Brittany realized her timing might have been off.


    “Not at all, you’re more important.” Charles noticed Brittany’s distressed look. “Don’t like it here? I’ll


    take you back to the hotel.”


    Handing over the phone, Brittany asked, “Can you tell if these messages are fake?”


    A quick nce and Charles confirmed, “They’re authentic.”


    Brittany felt a weight sink in her heart.


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    “That Joie, she’s got some nerve, messing with Daniel.” Charles licked his lips. “She’s been bullying


    you. You gonna let that slide?”


    Brittany clutched the phone. Joie had always been beneath her notice, but now she’d crossed the line,


    again and again!


    “TII handle this.”


    Back at the hotel, Brittany took a long hot shower and called Daniel.


    Seeing her son’s face on the screen, a surge of fury washed over her. She could almost taste the


    vengeance.


    “Mommy, are you still mad at Daddy?” Daniel was perceptive, noticing Brittany’s troubled state.


    “Is Daddy home?”


    “Yeah.”


    With the eagerness of a child, Daniel scampered off the bed, racing to the study, and handed the


    phone to Isaac. “Daddy, Mommy’s calling.”


    Isaac, buried in work, looked up and gently lifted Daniel into his arms, taking the phone. “All-done for


    the day? Tired?”


    “I’m okay.” Brittany leaned against the headboard. “Let Daniel leave the room. I need to speak with you


    alone.”


    Sensing something was amiss, Isaac set Daniel down. “Go to your room.”


    “Mommy, I miss you.” Daniel smothered the phone with kisses.


    Brittany tenderly touched the screen. “Be good, rest up; I’ll be home soon.”


    Once Daniel left, the room was submerged in silence.


    “What’s the matter?” Isaac braced himself for bad news.


    “I want you to hand Joie over to me.” Brittanyid out her demand, “If you refuse, I’ll have to take


    matters into my own hands.”


    “What do you want with her?” Isaac’s brow furrowed, fearing Brittany sought retribution for past


    grievances. If that were the case, he’d rather handle it himself.