Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 151

Victor had never been one to play by the rules.

The Fitzgeralds died young, and Dorian raised him with the kind of elite education reserved for heirs to the Fitzgerald Group. It shaped Victor into someone fierce, arrogant, and utterly cold-blooded.

If it hadn't been for that little girl years ago who somehow reached him-he would have grown up completely heartless.

Victor never pulled his punches.

Just the thought of Prescott laying a hand on Isadora made Victor want to kick the man straight into the ground.

Eleanor, watching Prescott get beaten, was so desperate she burst into tears, forgetting all about Victor's intimidating status.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, this is a family matter. Don't we have the right to discipline our own daughter? Today, Isadora pushed Pearl out the window. As their mother, I have every right to handle this fairly."

Victor glanced at Prescott, whose face was now a mess, and finally let him go.

He stood, grabbed a towel from the side table, and wiped his hands with slow, deliberate care—every motion elegant, almost regal.

It was as if the brutal man from a moment ago had vanished, replaced by someone impossibly refined.

look at Eleanor. "Are you sure Isadora did it?" Isadora paused for a few seconds, her face

still icy, but when he looked at her, his gaze softened,

be the one pushing than the one getting pushed. If

the

twisted logic was

nearly fainted at his outrageous and

Isadora and Pearl are my daughters—this is my family's business. Aren't you the least bit

Isadora's tense face, an amused

probably brood about this all night and give me hell for it later. Let's just

at

she'd make a

in the halls. The staff already showed me the

"Is that so?"

phone. "Get me the rooftop surveillance footage from Starlight

right across from

felt as if a cold hand

herself. Even if the cameras from across the street caught something, it

unease gnawed at