Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 118

Isadora set her phone down, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure standing by the marble dining table.

She thought it was Victor-her eyes lit up in anticipation.

But when she looked up, it was someone she had absolutely no desire to see. Instantly, Isadora's warm expression vanished, replaced by a frosty indifference.

Elise stood there in a custom white dress, her long hair perfectly styled, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her voice was cold and accusing: "Isadora, what are you doing here?"

Magnus's Sky Dining membership card was with her how had Isadora gotten in?

Isadora arched a brow at Elise's questioning, unwilling to let this petty intrusion ruin her mood tonight.

She leaned back lazily in her chair, unbothered.

"Do I need your permission to be anywhere, Elise?" she replied, her tone bored.

Elise's face turned an ugly shade of red, the alcohol in her system making her look even more disheveled and unhinged.

situation-did you go to Magnus and tell him not to help

conniving. You always act so high and mighty, but in reality, you're just jealous of me, going

couldn't help but

red-handed, yet

for anything. And even if she had so what? Elise could do whatever she pleased, but Isadora was supposed to just stand aside

it out but couldn't take

like Elise, who always

at her now-flushed and flustered-Isadora had to admit,

glanced up, her lips curling into a smirk. "What's wrong, Elise? Are

one of the Harrisons' spoiled little princesses, aren't

what's the plan? Going to brown-nose your way into their good graces with M Boutique? Just a word of advice: it's a waste of time. From what I hear, Penelope Dawson isn't someone you want to mess

simmering, now threatened to boil over-every

dropped any pretense

water from

upward, a strong hand shot out from

gave a sharp twist and flung her

carried the glass from her grip-it slipped out of her hand and cascaded straight down, drenching