Chapter 3

Victor Fitzgerald-the heir to the Fitzgerald Group had arrived.

If Magnus Wainwright and his family's conglomerate, Wainwright Holdings, ranked among the top three in Capitolion's elite circles, then the Fitzgerald Group was undisputedly number one.-

What began as a banking dynasty had quickly expanded-real estate, technology, telecommunications, investment funds. The Fitzgerald family's reach stretched across more than half the industries in Capitolion.

In private, everyone called Victor the Crown Prince of Capitolion.

Isadora had met him once before. The Vaughan family, her own, was currently bidding on a major project with the Fitzgerald Group, and she was one of the project leads.

But right now, Isadora had no time to worry about her dignity.

Clinging to the last shreds of consciousness, she reached out and grabbed the cuff of his tailored trousers.

"Vi... Victor, please... help me."

Victor's gaze darkened when he saw the woman collapsed at his feet.

dirty and disheveled, revealing smooth, pale legs streaked with blood where her delicate feet had been cut. A

bent down and scooped her

could sense was the cool, crisp scent of pine that seemed to envelop her-chilling,

shutting the door behind her. He leaned against the car, lazily rolling up his sleeves and

three burly men barrelled toward him,

drugged her?" His voice was quiet, almost casual,

Ten minutes later.

off his blood-spattered black dress shirt,

tapering down to a narrow

sweat beading her

moment, eyes

hour. Get to the villa out by the western shore. Bring

the other end was Finley Pembroke, director of Capitolion's largest private hospital,

groaned. "Come on, Crown Prince. Even if I put pedal to the metal, it's a two-hour drive from Capitolion to the coast. What do you

curved in a lazy, lopsided grin. "Remind me,

for a beat. So, someone was in trouble-and

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