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.

for a while, but she couldn't see a way forward. The Vaughan Group didn't have

handsome face flashed through

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

shook her head at the

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

him for help again, she'd probably lose whatever pride she

needed to find

She glanced at the clock-almost

messaged her: Come to my

a moment before driving straight

last time she'd come to Stratus Manor, it was as a supplicant, desperate for help. This time, it was

to recognize her car; the ornate

drive in right away. For a moment, she thought she caught the security guard exchanging a knowing look in

into the vast, stately parking lot. There, row after row of pristine, limited-edition

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

worth millions. She couldn't help but wonder

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 playing

softened his features, lending him a gentleness she'd never seen

warm. All the nervousness she'd kept under control

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