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?"

watch any longer, spoke up. "Dad, if she wants to go, let her go. You still

broad palm landed on the back of Prescott's head with a sharp smack. "What do you know? If you're so capable,

family could be the top family in Capitol City. But if Isadora's gone, do you think Victor

packing up her things and closing out her work. Each file on

started at the very bottom and clawed her way up, step by step, until she finally became

and harder, craving Richard and Eleanor's approval. In the end, it was just a

it was finally over. Their recognition meant nothing

in someone else's kingdom? She'd

own.

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 few projects and get started, she could slowly turn a

on her way out after work, Isadora passed by a newly opened luxury boutique in the shopping mall. The store was lavishly decorated, every detail exuding elegance; soft golden light

ensuring privacy. Inside, an elderly lady in a dark, regal gown sat

elderly woman's gaze

fingers tightening