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.

pale legs streaked with blood where her delicate

another word, he bent down and scooped

Isadora could sense was the cool, crisp scent of pine that seemed to envelop

He leaned against the car, lazily rolling up

three burly men barrelled toward him, Victor shot them a glacial

drugged her?" His voice was quiet, almost casual, but it cut

Ten minutes later.

stripped off his blood-spattered

muscle and clean lines, tapering down to

passenger seat, Isadora lay with her eyes closed, sweat beading her brow, her lips

eyes shadowed,

to the villa out by the western shore.

Pembroke, director of Capitolion's largest private hospital, and Victor's oldest

if I put pedal to the metal, it's a two-hour drive from

"Remind me, is your private jet

a beat. So, someone was in trouble-and Victor wanted him there,

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