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.

a cool, expressionless look at Eleanor. "Are you sure Isadora did it?" Isadora paused

he looked at her, his gaze softened,

pushing than the one getting pushed. If she ends up hurt, I'll handle it. But if you get hurt- who's

the

kind of twisted

nearly fainted at his outrageous

is my family's business. Aren't you the least bit worried

at Isadora's tense face,

and give me hell for it later. Let's just settle it

at him,

she'd

only in the halls. The staff already showed me the footage. Pearl went

"Is that so?"

me the rooftop surveillance

from

cold hand had clenched her

across the street caught something, it was too far away for anyone

unease gnawed at