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.

way forward. The

Victor's impossibly handsome face flashed through

of Capitolion, the most elite family in town-if he was willing to help, everything would become

head

that, she'd become Victor's woman.

she'd probably

to find another

evening had already fallen. She glanced at the clock-almost

that afternoon, Victor had messaged her: Come

debated for a moment before driving straight to Stratus

were a tangled mess on the way over. The last time she'd come to Stratus Manor, it was as a supplicant, desperate for help.

to recognize her car; the ornate

she caught the security guard exchanging a knowing look

their directions, she pulled into the vast, stately parking lot. There, row after row of pristine, limited-edition luxury cars gleamed in

someone like her, who didn't know much about cars, could sense the aura of money

be worth millions. She couldn't help but wonder if, given their new relationship, she

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

his features, lending him a

and Isadora felt her cheeks grow warm. All the nervousness she'd kept under control during the drive surged

autumn breeze swept past, making the hem of her pale-grey dress ripple