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.

the phone, his fingers moving smoothly over the

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 memory whether he liked it or

The phone rang.

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

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

phone and

aides. Which meant the call had everything to do

one of the few people at Wainwright Holdings who actually saw her

it ring

meaning to, her finger swiped across the screen,

then, her assistant Janet approached, holding out a file for Isadora

from The Fitzgerald Group should come in any day now. President

words carried clearly over the line-to

His already icy expression seemed to freeze over

really outdone

his voice made

to hide her impatience. "We have nothing to talk

she hung

stared at the phone, now a

back of his teeth, then-unable to contain himself-hurled the phone at

at the carnage-his brand-new iPhone 16 Pro Max, now a mosaic