Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 60

Ableson strode quickly over to Isadora's table, hunching forward with exaggerated humility.

"Ms. Vaughan, the chairman would like you to come upstairs and sign the contract on behalf of The Vaughan Group and The Fitzgerald Group."

Isadora didn't even glance up. She took a small sip from her champagne flute, lips curling into a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"My father didn't even want me at this dinner in the first place. Funny how he suddenly remembers me now."

"That was just a misunderstanding, Ms. Vaughan. Right now, bigger things are at stake."

Isadora's eyelids fluttered lazily. Her voice was soft, yet there was no room for negotiation.

"A misunderstanding, was it? Do you believe that, Ableson?"

Ableson was at a loss. He turned helplessly to Eleanor, shooting her a pleading look-hoping she could help.

Eleanor cleared her throat awkwardly, recalling how she'd just misjudged Isadora herself. She knew Isadora's temper lately; trying to persuade her now would be like walking straight into a trap. But what choice did she have? Eight billion dollars in investment was at stake.

Money talks.

right now. Please, sweetheart, don't be stubborn. Go sign the

glanced at Eleanor's uncharacteristically conciliatory

That was rare.

earlier. You called me a disappointment, said I'd never measure up to Pearl,

effect. "But then again, that's nothing new. Pearl's always been your favorite. Me? I'm the outsider-no one's darling, just the unlucky one. Every time Pearl and

flared. She cut Isadora

I won't take things out on you anymore, okay? Please, just forgive me this

a cool, quiet satisfaction

such a proud socialite—often with

quickly interjected, "Ms. Vaughan, shall we head to the

in anxious embarrassment.

she gritted her

want your father and me to do? Just tell us we'll promise you anything if you'll sign that

percent of The Vaughan Group's shares. Ten percent was already promised to me if

in