Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 62

Isadora, you're getting bolder by the day.

Well, well. Impressive.

She'd actually gone behind his back to approach Victor from The Fitzgerald Group -using that move to push back at him, to force him to give ground.

Excellent.

So excellent that Magnus had to admit it, even if through gritted teeth.

This time, Isadora had truly gotten under his skin.

Magnus reached into his pocket, intending to call her. He started punching in her number-then abruptly remembered that she'd deleted his contact last week.

The frustration and anger in his chest only grew, burning hotter. He yanked at the perfectly knotted black tie around his neck in irritation.

"Lean. Hand me your phone."

"Mr. Wainwright?" Lean blinked. Why the sudden need for his phone?

Magnus's voice went cold as ice. "Did you leave your ears at home this morning? I said, give me your phone."

That chilling tone was enough to make Lean think twice about asking questions. He quickly unlocked his phone and handed it over, not daring to ask what Magnus needed it for.

his fingers moving smoothly over the screen as he dialed Isadora's

hadn't memorized it on purpose. In fact, he'd never bothered to save her name -she used to call him so often, the number was seared into his

The phone rang.

way back to her office. She'd just wrapped up the contract signing; technically, the reception still had one more agenda item left. They were supposed to transfer 10% of The Vaughan Group's shares to Pearl—a move everyone had been waiting for. The transfer

to drop the subject, ending the event early and personally escorting Director Dawson and the other representatives from The

glanced at her phone and saw the caller ID, she paused

aides. Which

again, Lean was one of the few people at Wainwright Holdings who actually saw

she hesitated, torn between answering and letting it ring out, the insistent ringtone seemed to bore through her

finger swiped across the

holding out a file for Isadora to

million investment from The Fitzgerald Group should come in any day now.

carried clearly over the line-to

His

really outdone yourself,

chill of his voice made

bother to hide her impatience. "We have nothing

that, she

at the phone, now a black

clenched, eyes dark with fury. He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth, then-unable to contain himself-hurled the phone at the car floor. It shattered, pieces scattering

had time to react. He stared in shock at the carnage-his brand-new iPhone 16 Pro