Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 207

Isadora glanced over at Wendy's phone and caught the bold headline of the latest news story.

Wendy, always eager for a juicy tidbit, leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "Get this—the tabloid claims it was Magnus Wainwright himself who tipped off the authorities. But I could've sworn Elise was supposed to be his one true love! Honestly, rich people's drama is just impossible to unravel."

Seeing Isadora's attention, Wendy assumed she was intrigued too.

She swiveled her chair around, scooting closer, ready to spill more gossip. "Isadora, the rumor mill says Magnus has this fiancée who loves him desperately, but his heart's still with Elise. The fiancée refuses to let go, clinging on and making a spectacle of herself. Even when Magnus threw a grand wedding for his old flame, the poor girl just gritted her teeth and endured it for love."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "I mean, isn't that just pathetic? She's like the hopeless side character in every romance novel-the one who just can't move on."

She gave Isadora a sly look. "So tell me, if you were in her shoes, what would you do?"

Isadora hesitated. What was she supposed to say? That she was the pitiful fiancée everyone was gossiping about?

Awkwardly, she forced a slight smile.

Wendy continued, undeterred. "Magnus might be easy on the eyes, but let's be real—he's a total jerk, can't keep his relationships straight. If it were me, I'd go full femme fatale: take him for every cent he's got, teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget, and then walk away as the ultimate boss-lady."

rant when

man in a sharply tailored suit stepped

when did their shabby little design

She quickly pulled up the news photo on her phone and compared it

looked almost identical to Magnus Wainwright from the

went wide as she stood up abruptly. "Wait... Y-you're Magnus, aren't you?

Wendy's gaze and

thinner than she remembered,

a faint sadness about him. He just stood there, staring at her, completely

darted between Isadora and Magnus, then back again, her surprise growing. "Isadora, don't tell

and excitement written all

her colleague. "Come with me," she said

followed her down the hall, stopping at a corner by the wide,

at his back, Magnus's tall frame cast a shadow

her tone

a guarded depth to his stare, as

twisted up in a sleek chignon, and the sharp lines of her professional outfit only made her look more striking. She was as beautiful as ever. Yet, even standing right in front of