Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 165

The executives of M Boutique and the city's social elite surged forward to greet him.

"President Fitzgerald, your assistant told us you wouldn't be able to make it today. We're truly honored you could join us for the ribbon-cutting. Your presence elevates the entire event!"

Victor's strikingly handsome face betrayed both distance and nobility. Even as praises poured in from every direction, he barely managed a polite nod, not bothering to force a smile.

His sharp, dark eyes swept coolly over the crowd and landed on a woman standing at a distance. Noticing the man beside her, Victor's gaze grew even colder before he looked away, his indifference palpable.

Across the room, Capitolion's top entertainment reporters jostled for the best angle, camera shutters clicking as they fought for exclusive shots of the elusive mogul.

Nanette watched the man towering above the crowd, adored by everyone. She wanted to say something to Isadora, but Isadora spoke first.

"Nanette, I'm going to grab something to eat."

made her way to the buffet, picking up a plate and eyeing the pastries, intent on silencing her

point, Magnus appeared beside her, shadowing her movements as if

offered her a piece of

instead reaching for a cream-filled cookie. She never expected Magnus to be this

he had in their entire five years together. Each time, it was from a different number; she'd block one, and another would pop up. But Mr. Wainwright was nothing if not resourceful-clearly, he could afford to buy as

stop following me. This

was rough, almost pleading. "Isadora, is there

Her answer was

bites just to keep

as he gripped the plate with the blueberry cake. For once, when he tried to change and make things right, she'd grown utterly unyielding-her heart was stone, her mind made up. It was as if

less begged a woman to stay. Sometimes he asked himself: Why did it have to be Isadora? If five years

of another woman-someone who wasn't her-made his skin crawl. That's when he finally admitted it wasn't habit at all. It was love. And even with another man

floated through the air. Couples in beautiful evening attire took to the