The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 724

Leda's face turned ashen, "What's the old woman's stubbornness about? The Salter family is under our control now. Why won't she accept me?"

Marcel's expression was equally grim, "You shouldn't have provoked Isaac."

"I was only trying to protect Nova. It was that brat who laid his hands on Nova." Leda tried to shift the blame, trying to preserve her image as a loving grandmother.

But Marcel was no fool, "Mom, if you still want to be part of the Salter family, you better not pull these stunts again."

With a frustrated silence, Leda conceded, "Fine."

Marcel gestured, and his assistant wheeled him out.

As they exited the Salter Villa, they were greeted by Joie, who had been waiting outside.

Joie had clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance. She was quite attractive and had been well-maintained over the years, looking every bit the part of a high-society debutante.

"Marcel," she greeted with a demure smile.

Marcel didn't recognize Joie and raised an eyebrow, "Who might you be?"

Joie's smile faltered. She was well-known in their social circle. How could Marcel have not recognized her?

He must have been pretending!

"Master, this is Joie, the step-granddaughter of Grace," his assistant filled him in.

Marcel was uninterested, "I don't recall us being close, Ms. Joie. Mind your words."

Joie pursed her lips, "I'm sorry, Marcel. I just wanted to say hello."

Marcel saw through Joie's ambitions. Despite her innocent act, her greed was apparent.

He was not interested in such people. Compared to her, he preferred women like Zella, who were devoted to him alone.

He had been busy with work and hadn't been home in several days.

He missed Zella.

After Marcel left, Joie bit her lip in frustration. She refused to believe that she was inferior to Zella!

...

Marcel, feeling comforted by her scent, nodded and said, "Okay."

Zella offered a light smile, but her eyes held a hint of worry.

...

Brittany and Hannah had had quite a bit to drink.

Brittany was escorted back to her villa by a servant, who helped her to her room.

Hannah was in a daze as she was driven home. Before she could even get out of the car, the car door was flung open.

Derek Bishop saw her inebriated state and was furious. He grabbed her hand and bit her lips hard, "Drinking so much? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Hannah, heavily intoxicated, leaned into him, kissing him, "Derek..."

Derek, not one to back down, responded to her advances.

And before she knew it, she was completely engulfed.