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.

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

the accident even

let out

in front of him. Relax, you're off the hook. Go on, get out

need

seconds, the elevator lobby was empty save for Isadora

glared at

You set this up. You made him spill

curled at

a mistake—it was an accident. Don't be so paranoid. This is Vaughan Group, not your daddy's house. Dad hates drama,

flashed through her mind. She

as her arm came

next instant, Isadora dragged her by the arm straight toward

of me, Isadora! What are

protests. Once they reached the stairwell, Isadora released her grip with

stumbled, crashing against the wall. Pain shot through her

doing, you psycho? This is the Vaughan Group! If you lay a finger on me, I'll

I'm

only cleaned your