The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 445

He was dressed in a black suit, looking exceptionally noble. His demeanor and expressions were cool but elegant.

His eyes seemed like God's proudest creation. His nose was high and straight. Every step he took was filled with strength.

Some guests started to whisper to each other.

"Isn't that Nathan? Why is Mr. Salter's assistant following him?"

"Could he be the legendary Mr. Salter?"

Once this question was raised, the room was in an uproar.

"No way!"

"I heard Mr. Salter is really ugly. How could it be him?" Someone immediately retorted.

If Mr. Salter really was this handsome, why did he always wear a mask to events before?

"I'm not sure, but Nathan only appears next to Mr. Salter."

The whispers grew louder. The host hurriedly came forward and respectfully said, "Mr. Salter, welcome."

Isaac raised his hand, revealing his wrist and the Lionel watch he was wearing.

The guests were all stunned.

"Oh my God, is he really Mr. Salter?"

"Who said Mr. Salter was ugly before? His looks could compete with A-list celebrities!"

Isaac's face, along with his innate noble temperament, made it impossible to ignore his extraordinary presence.

After greeting the host, Isaac's gaze locked onto Brittany's position.

He subconsciously wanted to go over, but Brittany turned her head. Obviously, she didn't want to associate with him in public.

Isaac's expression changed, but he didn't make Brittany uncomfortable. He pretended not to know her and started chatting with others.

Viola knew about their real relationship, and after seeing this, she sensed something.

"Brittany, did you have a fight with Mr. Salter?"

At this time, Kari and the designers from the studio behind Brittany were all stunned.

Tina sighed. What an innocent kid!

Brittany gripped her juice a little tighter, "Mr. Nestor, you flatter me. In front of a predecessor like you, I'm nothing. I respect you a lot."

Nestor sneered. He had seen Brittany's designs and thought her abilities were just so-so.

Without effective marketing, how could she have achieved such good results?

Nestor raised two glasses of wine, "Ms. Dustin, let's have a drink."

"Mr. Nestor, I'm sorry, I'm pregnant." Brittany couldn't take the risk, so she raised her glass back at him, "As a junior, I should toast you, but I really can't drink alcohol now. Can I toast you with juice?"

Nestor sneered, "Can't you drink, or don't you want to?"

Nestor was clearly picking on Brittany. The people around saw this but didn't dare defend Brittany.

After all, in this industry, Nestor's reputation was high. Who dared to risk offending him?

Brittany heard the threat in Nestor's words, but her smile remained bright.

The people behind Nestor started to gossip.