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.

moving smoothly over

to save her name -she used to call him so often, the number was seared into

The phone rang.

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

ending the event early and personally escorting Director Dawson and the other representatives from

phone and saw the caller ID,

of Magnus's closest aides. Which meant the call had everything

then again, Lean was one of

torn between answering and letting it ring out,

her finger swiped across the screen, connecting

assistant Janet approached, holding out a

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

carried clearly over the line-to

laugh. His already

really outdone yourself,

his voice made it clear-Magnus was

and didn't bother to hide her impatience.

she hung

stared at the phone,

tongue to the back of his teeth, then-unable to contain himself-hurled the phone at the car floor. It shattered, pieces scattering across the interior in a spray

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