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.

her delicate feet had been

down and scooped

crisp scent of pine that seemed to envelop her-chilling, but somehow

leaned against the car,

him, Victor shot them

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

Ten minutes later.

seat, stripped off his blood-spattered black

torso was all muscle and clean lines, tapering down to a narrow waist and disappearing into his dark

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

for a long moment, eyes shadowed,

the villa out by

Finley Pembroke, director of Capitolion's largest

metal, it's a two-hour drive from Capitolion to the coast. What do you think I am, some kind

a lazy, lopsided grin. "Remind

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

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