Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 175

Hearing those words, Richard froze for a moment, stunned.

If Isadora really left the Vaughan Group now, would they lose their chance to profit from the Fitzgerald family? That prize was practically within their grasp.

He still had ambitious plans brewing-another huge project on the horizon, hoping Victor would invest another billion dollars. A shadow flickered in Richard's eyes. He absolutely couldn't let Isadora just walk away like this. At the very least, he had to make sure the Vaughan Group squeezed every possible benefit out of the Fitzgerald Group before she left.

"Isadora, you're a daughter of the Vaughan family. The family business is part of your legacy too. If you resign now, the rumors swirling around outside will only get worse! I can't possibly agree to this!"

Isadora rose from her seat. "I'm not here to negotiate, Richard. I came to inform you. Whether you agree or not is no longer my concern."

Only love makes you fight for something. Without it, the Vaughan Group was just another job that didn't suit her anymore.

With that, Isadora turned and walked out.

Richard called after her, anger lacing his voice. "Isadora! Since when do you ignore your own father?"

up. "Dad, if she wants to go, let her

head with a sharp smack. "What

for a century. The Fitzgerald Group controls billions in assets. If Victor's willing, the Vaughan family could be the top family in

and closing out her work. Each file on her desk, every project-she'd

of her life to this place. She had started at the very bottom and clawed her way up, step by step, until she finally became a director at the

and Eleanor's

was finally over. Their recognition meant

in someone else's kingdom? She'd rather

own.

She did some quick calculations -she had enough liquid assets set aside. Renting an office and hiring a small team-the initial investment would be around half a million. As long as she could land a

shopping mall. The store was

in a dark, regal gown sat gracefully, a string of emeralds at her throat. Several attendants hovered nearby, and the sales associates-clearly unaccustomed to such high-profile guests— waited on

through the boutique's glass window. The elderly woman's gaze

tightening involuntarily around her