Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 61

Richard clenched his jaw so hard it hurt-Isadora was blatantly taking advantage of their crisis!

Paige Dawson overheard the exchange. Even though this was an internal

Vaughan family matter, Victor-the heir himself—had just singled out Isadora for the investment.

Paige hadn't survived this long in the business world without learning to read the room. She played her cards with practiced cunning.

Feigning impatience, Paige called out, "Mr. Vaughan, is Isadora coming or not? Are we signing this contract today or should I take my business elsewhere?"

Thirty percent of the company on the line, plus an investment of eight hundred million dollars. The choice was brutal.

Richard closed his eyes, took a long, steadying breath, and swallowed the pain. Keeping his voice low, he muttered to his assistant Ableson, "Go get Isadora. Tell her to come up and sign the contract."

Ableson, ever cautious, quietly asked, "And about the thirty percent stake...?"

Richard shot him a scathing glare. "Give it to her! Tell her it's hers!" he snapped. Ableson wiped the nervous sweat from his brow. It wasn't even his idea to give away the shares-why was the boss taking it out on him?

Isadora, having gotten Richard's reluctant approval, knew when to stop pushing her luck. She walked in, poised, and quickly signed the contract.

The room broke into polite applause.

her slender figure, her hair swept up in an elegant chignon. Her face was radiant, almost impossibly beautiful, with porcelain skin and finely sculpted

on the street. It was suddenly clear why Victor had gone out of his way

from. There was no reason they had to pour eight hundred million

doubled the offer without blinking. This Isadora was clearly someone

her hand, all humility and charm. "Miss Vaughan, it's a pleasure

politely.

Meanwhile...

returned from a business trip. His driver, Lean, was waiting at

their planned investment in the Vaughan Group's Global Project. His voice was cool and unreadable. "Has Isadora come to see

him. He almost missed the

that morning that the Vaughan Group had

hundred million dollars from The

stammered, "Isadora,

turned icy. "Spit it

already got their funding for

a small velvet jewelry box in his hand, his brow furrowing deeply. "Impossible. Four hundred million

hadn't just managed-they'd secured double the amount,

built a connection with The Fitzgerald Group? Of