Chapter 83

Isadora looked pale, her expression unsettled.

But it wasn't because Magnus had stormed out in a fury.

Her hand was still throbbing from how tightly he'd just gripped it.

God, Magnus and his temper. How had she never noticed this side of him before?

Most of the time, his anger didn't explode-it froze. He'd turn cold, his voice icy, and that was usually enough to keep anyone at arm's length.

But today was different. This was only the second time she'd seen him truly lose control.

The first was three years ago, right after she'd joined The Vaughan Group. She'd been sent to entertain clients at a business dinner. Back then, nobody knew she was the Vaughan family's heiress-they all assumed she was just another junior employee.

Isadora, with her striking beauty, had immediately caught the attention of one of the clients. In pursuit of a deal, the manager had all but shoved her into the private dining room, then snuck away, leaving her alone with the clients.

By the end of the night, one of the men had tried to put his hand on her leg.

wasn't about to let that slide. Bristling with anger, she threw her drink in his

it, the place was owned by one of Magnus's friends, and Magnus happened to be there that

furious. He'd stormed over, grabbed a bottle, and smashed it over the man's head, then

was protecting her. It took her

understood all too well. Seeing the marks on her

anymore-it had

exactly the reaction she'd

hadn't expected him to retaliate by dumping water

That infuriating man!

and reached for her phone-only to spot it

snapping out of her shock, hurried over to

care of the mess here." "Thank you," Isadora said, glancing down at her

dress," she said coolly, "send the bill to

wasn't her fault,

gown and left the LA Wedding Boutique, hailing a cab to

like being alone in that big empty apartment tonight. Her phone was dead anyway, so she decided to

her work phone rang in her purse.

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