Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 130

The bald man's face drained of color the moment he heard the number: five million dollars.

He didn't know why, but somehow, he just knew this man would make good on his

word.

God, five million! He'd never earn that much-not even if he drove trucks for the rest of his life.

Just then, several police cruisers came roaring up with sirens blaring, pulling to a stop along the curb.

Doors swung open in quick succession, and over a dozen officers in crisp uniforms stepped out briskly.

Leading the group was Director Lawson, the chief of the Capitolion Police Department.

For this many officers to show up, anyone would think a major incident had just occurred.

Director Lawson barely waited for the car to stop before hurrying over. The minute he caught sight of Victor, he bowed slightly in deference.

As soon as we got your

wouldn't hold it

unreadable. "Handle things

an arm beneath Isadora's knees, and scooped her up in full view of

presence; his scent and warmth

weak to protest, so she could only lean against him,

told by their superiors to respond to a traffic accident. No one had expected such a minor incident-no casualties, barely any damage. And yet, here was Director Lawson treating this

man was

clearly, he cared deeply for the woman in

as he was, kept

course. I'll handle

and slid behind the wheel. Before he started the car, he rolled the window down, resting his arm casually on the door. His eyes were sharp as steel as

shot off with a roar, leaving only the smell

*

straight to the Fitzgerald

away to a

director personally arranged for a CT scan