Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 34

Isadora eyed Pearl, watching her strut around with her nose in the air.

She didn't look like she was lying.

Pearl adored her status as the Vaughan family's darling too much. She was obsessed with monopolizing Richard and Eleanor's affection-there was no way she would stage her own kidnapping just to get their attention.

Suddenly, with a soft chime, the elevator doors slid open.

A handful of coworkers stepped out.

The sight of Pearl and Isadora at the elevator-one looking smug, the other stormy-made them all instinctively avert their gazes and hurry away, desperate not to get caught in the crossfire.

Isadora barely lifted her eyelids, then subtly swung her bent arm forward.

One of the male coworkers was holding a steaming cup of coffee. When Isadora's arm suddenly jutted out, he was caught off guard the cup tilted, and coffee sloshed forward.

It spilled straight down the front of Pearl, who was standing right in front of him.

Pearl's magenta Chanel suit was now drenched in a massive, muddy-brown stain. The expensive outfit looked like it had been splattered with thick oil paint.

Pearl shrieked, frantically grabbing tissues to dab at her ruined skirt.

you're going? If you can't even handle a cup

guy was bewildered, not sure how the accident even happened. He stammered,

out a sharp

see the pest in front of him. Relax, you're off the hook.

coworker didn't need

the elevator lobby was empty save for Isadora

glared at her,

Isadora. I get it. You set this up. You made

curled

made a mistake—it was an accident. Don't be so paranoid. This is Vaughan

flushed with anger. Staring at her filthy dress, memories of last night's humiliation flashed through her mind. She

as soon as her arm came up, Isadora

her by

go of me, Isadora! What

stairwell,

against the wall. Pain shot

Group! If you lay a finger on

icy. "Relax. I'm not

just you've got a filthy mouth. The coffee only cleaned your clothes. I think your mouth