Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 158

Just then, a pair of heavy red doors swung open.

Mrs. Fitzgerald emerged, flanked by two maids holding her arms, her pace unhurried and dignified.

Penelope Dawson immediately stood up, offering a polite curtsy. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Fitzgerald. I'm Penelope Dawson, Jack Harrison's wife, from the Harrison Group."

She gestured to an elegantly wrapped gift box on the table. "This is a rare, centuries-old ginseng we've treasured in our family for nearly a decade. I heard you've been feeling a bit run-down lately, so I brought it especially for you to help you regain your strength."

Mrs. Fitzgerald-Deanna-glanced at the box with practiced indifference and nodded.

A maid promptly stepped forward, collected the gift, and withdrew from the room.

Deanna eased herself into the seat of honor with the maids' gentle assistance. After a pause, she said, in a tone neither warm nor cold, "That's very thoughtful of you."

sure if you remember, but when Dorian served in the army, my husband's grandfather was one of his most loyal

a direct gaze. "Penelope, let's not beat around the bush. What

was nearly eighty, her careful grooming made her appear barely over sixty. Silver hair perfectly coiffed, her face radiated warmth and benevolence, but Penelope knew

her voice, "To be honest, I'm here today because I'm worried your grandson might be getting

grandson Victor, Deanna's usually placid eyes flickered

just invested eight hundred million dollars in the Vaughan family's global expansion. And lately, they even went out of their way to secure the exclusive M Boutique franchise for the Vaughans. It seems Mr.

on Isadora Vaughan. I thought you might want to know more about

air, her voice betraying nothing

not at

cooled. "My grandson Victor has always done as he pleased. And let me be clear: for the Fitzgerald Group, eight hundred million-or even eight billion-is nothing

of course," Penelope replied, her voice shrinking

for someone to take down last night's story about Mr. Fitzgerald and the

sharp gaze sliced through Penelope like a