Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 57

The event was being held in the grand ballroom on the seventh floor of The Vaughan Group's headquarters.

Normally, this ballroom was reserved for major press conferences or hosting important guests. Tonight, however, it had been transformed into something truly spectacular-towering projection screens, a well-lit stage for speeches, and dozens of round tables where The Vaughan Group's executives mingled with their key partners.

Off to the side, a cluster of Capitolion's most prominent journalists hovered with cameras at the ready.

Clearly, Richard was looking to capitalize on the buzz from The Fitzgerald Group's investment, hoping to launch the Global Project with a bang.

Isadora couldn't help but smirk as she made her way straight to Pearl's table and took a seat without hesitation.

Pearl's expression soured the moment she saw Isadora. "How did you even get in here?"

"What, aren't you happy to have me here to celebrate with you?" Isadora replied, casually setting her phone on the table.

Pearl didn't buy the act for a second. "Sure, celebrating. Just don't start anything tonight."

Eleanor, trying to keep the peace, cleared her throat. "Alright, you two, enough. Today's important—your father's about to give his speech."

fell silent at

handed

stood confidently behind the podium, his voice carrying

we're able to officially kick off the Global Project. Our deepest gratitude to The Fitzgerald Group, and to Mr. Fitzgerald himself, for becoming a key partner in

ripple of astonished whispers swept

Fitzgerald Group really

called Capitolion's most powerful family. Since the young master came back just three years ago,

Is he

to the rest of us, but for him, it's barely a drop in the bucket. It's not Mr. Fitzgerald himself attending today, but The Fitzgerald Group's Director of Investments, Paige Dawson. They

throat,

The Fitzgerald Group's investment division to the stage, to

camera-swiveled to Paige Dawson, seated at

from her flawless skin or the poised, energetic air about her. Her short, sleek hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, a pair of understated yet elegant earrings sparkling beneath the lights. Clad in a tailored gray suit, she

preparing to take the stage on behalf of The Fitzgerald Group. Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her

the screen and blinked in

Victor.