The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 724

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! 

Zella had just put Nova to bed. 

Seeing him return, she greeted him with a light smile and asked, “Was the family dinner smooth?” 

Marcel opened his arms naturally, “Come here.” 

Zella approached him, helping him undo his tie, “What’s wrong?” 

Marcel pulled her into an embrace, inhaling her comforting scent, “Nothing. Grace is just being stubborn.” 

Zella’s lips tightened, about to say something when she detected a hint of female fragrance on him. 

Her body tensed slightly, and her grip on his neck tightened slightly, “Were there other people tonight?” 

Marcel, having been with her for several years, understood her concern, “Joie tried to make her acquaintance. She’s up to no good.” 

His hand fell to Zella’s waist, lightly caressing it, “Her scent is nauseating. I prefer yours.” 

He found comfort and solace in Zella’s presence. It was something other ambitious women could not offer.