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.

down, gently rubbed Pudding's head, and smiled at him. "Be good, Pudding. Go have your

that, Pudding's attitude changed completely. He wagged his tail and trotted off obediently

watching

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

throat. "How

"Thirteen."

impressive." She smiled warmly. "You've

don't remember him at

at Victor, her eyes

remember? She couldn't recall ever owning

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

go. "Alright, what did you want

her lips together,

up at your home like this. I actually went by The Fitzgerald Group

casual. "You stopped by my office, and now you're here.

nodded, her demeanor shifting to

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