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.

flatter yourself, Isadora. The whole M Boutique situation-did you go to Magnus and tell him

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

couldn't help but laugh-loud

had already caught this pair red-handed, yet Elise still wanted to

had so what? Elise could do whatever she pleased, but Isadora was supposed to

dish it

girls like Elise, who always

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

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

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

word of advice: it's a waste of time. From what I hear, Penelope Dawson

boil over-every word

dropped any

glass of water from the

her arm swung upward, a strong hand shot out from behind and clamped down on her wrist, stopping her

could even react, the hand gave a sharp

grip-it slipped out of her hand and cascaded straight down, drenching Elise