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.

see a way forward. The Vaughan Group didn't

impossibly handsome face flashed through her

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

her head at

million dollars, and just like that,

help again, she'd probably lose whatever

needed to

fallen. She

messaged

the office, Isadora debated for a moment before driving straight to

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

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

she caught the security guard exchanging a knowing look in the rearview

pulled into the vast, stately parking lot. There, row after row of

cars, could sense the aura of money that hung over the

to be worth millions. She couldn't help but wonder

turned around-only to see Victor standing there, arms crossed, leaning casually against

lending him

met unexpectedly, and Isadora felt her cheeks grow warm. All the nervousness she'd kept under control

swept past, making the hem of her pale-grey