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.

she couldn't see a way forward. The Vaughan

face flashed through her

town-if he was willing to

shook her head at the

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

for help again, she'd probably lose

She needed to find

already fallen. She glanced at the clock-almost

afternoon, Victor had messaged her: Come to

office, Isadora debated for a

to Stratus Manor, it was as a supplicant, desperate

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

caught the security guard exchanging a knowing look in the rearview mirror, but maybe she was just

lot. There, row after row of

who didn't know much about cars, could sense the aura of money that hung over

wonder if, given their new relationship, she could borrow one for

see Victor standing there, arms crossed, leaning

features, lending him a

and Isadora felt her cheeks grow warm. All the nervousness she'd kept

past, making the hem of her pale-grey dress ripple and cast shifting shadows