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.

phone, his fingers moving smoothly over the screen

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 memory whether he liked it or

The phone rang.

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

early and personally escorting Director Dawson and

at her phone and

Which meant the call

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

it ring out, the insistent ringtone seemed to bore through her

her finger swiped across the

approached, holding out a file for Isadora to

Vaughan, the 800 million investment from The Fitzgerald Group should come in any day now. President Vaughan needs you to confirm the Global Project budget

clearly over the line-to

His already icy expression seemed to freeze over

outdone yourself,

razor-sharp chill of his

hide her impatience. "We

she hung

the phone,

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 across

hadn't even had time to react. He stared in shock at the carnage-his brand-new iPhone 16 Pro Max, now