Chapter 47

Isadora hesitated, caught off guard for a moment.

The man standing before her radiated an intense presence-so overwhelming that every one of her senses seemed to sharpen in self-defense as he drew closer.

Taking a steadying breath, she spoke up. "Yes, I came here because I need to talk

to you."

Victor, holding his fluffy white dog Pudding, stared at her. Both man and dog watched her with equal vigilance.

His voice was calm and unreadable. "What is it?"

Isadora faltered. Discussing business like this, in such a setting, felt oddly formal.

"Could we maybe talk somewhere more private?"

Victor gave Pudding a lazy glance, as if amused by the dog's clueless expression. "Beatty, take Pudding for a bath."

Beatty, who had been waiting quietly in the background, stepped forward to collect the dog. But the moment Pudding hopped down from Victor's arms, he flopped onto the floor between Victor and Isadora, refusing to budge. He barked insistently, ignoring Beatty's coaxing.

smiled at him. "Be good, Pudding. Go have your bath.

changed completely. He wagged his

frowned, watching

all these years caring for you, and now you're ready to ditch me the second she

cleared her throat. "How

"Thirteen."

She smiled warmly. "You've really

don't remember

looked at Victor, her eyes

recall ever

tell she had no memory of it-the fact that Pudding was once a

it go. "Alright, what did

lips together, searching for

Fitzgerald Group today to look for

by my office, and now you're

nodded, her demeanor shifting to something more

might consider coming on board as an investor. The expected returns are

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