Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 195

Nannie stepped forward and set her insulated thermos down on the marble dining table. Her sharp eyes swept over Isadora, who had just emerged from the

bedroom.

Isadora's long, softly curled hair spilled down her back, framing a radiant, fair face. Her arched brows and luminous hazel eyes gave her an unforgettable beauty-delicate features, impossible to ignore.

Today, she wore a nude silk blouse tucked into fitted jeans, the slim waist accentuating her polished, confident aura.

Nannie prided herself on being attractive, but the woman before her possessed a lively, pure charm that went beyond simple beauty.

This must be the "girlfriend" Victor had mentioned-the one who even fussed about sharing a private jet with her.

The thought stung. No wonder Mrs. Fitzgerald felt threatened, wanting to use Nannie as a pawn to push this woman out.

And truth be told, Nannie was more than willing to play the part. In her eyes, Victor was unique, untouchable, far above anyone else's reach.

feigned surprise, her voice light and sweet as she spoke. "And who might you be? What

tone triggered a sense of déjà

guard went up. "If you're wondering why

had no idea someone else was here. I

wary. "And how exactly do

with Victor, Isadora hadn't seen any other woman around him. Could this be the infamous fiancée from all those Fitzgerald

"I've grown up with the Fitzgerald family-Victor and I are childhood friends. We're...

conversation. "If you're looking

calling Victor. She always came under the pretense of Mrs. Fitzgerald's orders, even using the door code that the old lady had given her. Helping Mrs. Fitzgerald chase off women seen as gold-diggers was nothing new to her-she was practically an expert by

you Victor's... lover?" She

together, saying nothing. Sometimes, even she couldn't define what she and Victor were to

shrugged, her tone airy but laced with malice. "Don't take it personally- it's just that Victor already has a well-known fiancée, and he's never mentioned you to the Fitzgerald family. I assumed you were just like all those other women who chase after

a raw ache in her chest. Still,