Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 107

Isadora arched an eyebrow.

So Richard really did know exactly what she wanted. He was dangling the position of director in front of her like bait, tempting her with the one thing she couldn't quite refuse.

Well, it wasn't as if she couldn't give it a shot.

Seeing the flicker of interest on Isadora's face, Richard continued, "It's not difficult. I've already looked into it. The manager of M Boutique and Magnus are old friends if you just reach out to Magnus..."

He hadn't finished before Isadora cut him off, patience running thin. "Dad, how I get it done is my business. You've always cared about results, not the process, haven't you?"

Magnus. There was no way she was going to contact him.

Richard gave her a meaningful look and patted her shoulder. "Alright, then. I'll wait for your good news."

After he left, Isadora pulled up some research on M Boutique.

M Boutique had a long, storied history in Northmarch-over a century old, originally serving the royal family and the upper crust of society. In recent years, it had tried to modernize, attracting a younger, affluent clientele, but it was still a luxury brand, strictly for those who could afford it.

A brand like that wouldn't set up shop just anywhere; they'd be selective about which mall they entered.

The Vaughan Group's mall was a general-purpose galleria, not exactly a luxury haven. Landing M Boutique would be anything but easy.

But if she could bring M Boutique to the Vaughan Galleria, it would mean a huge step up for the entire Vaughan Group-a move straight into the upper echelons.

a way forward. The Vaughan Group didn't have any unique advantages or selling

handsome face flashed through her

town-if he was willing to help, everything would become so

head at the

just like that, she'd become Victor's woman. If she

help again, she'd probably lose whatever

She needed to find

fallen. She glanced at

afternoon, Victor had messaged her: Come to my

office, Isadora debated for a moment before driving straight to

over. The last time she'd come to Stratus Manor, it was as a

arrived, the security guards seemed to recognize her car; the ornate wrought-iron gates swung

For a moment, she thought she caught the security guard exchanging a

vast, stately parking lot. There, row after row of pristine, limited-edition luxury cars gleamed in the

her, who didn't know much about cars, could sense the

millions. She couldn't help but wonder if, given their new relationship, she could borrow one for a

a smile, Isadora locked her car and turned around-only to see Victor standing there, arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall, a faintly amused smile

softened his features, lending him a gentleness

All the nervousness she'd

chilly autumn breeze swept past, making the hem of her pale-grey dress ripple and cast shifting shadows on the