Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 243

Victor's sharp, jet-black eyes barely flickered in Abbott's direction—a glance so indifferent it was almost dismissive.

Yet that single look hit Abbott like a wall of pressure, leaving him feeling strangely small. Instinctively, he straightened his spine, searching for words to explain himself, but Victor was already striding away with cold, measured steps, not sparing him even a backward glance.

In that moment, Abbott felt like he was nothing more than an afterthought, someone utterly insignificant.

Since taking over as managing director of the design firm, it had been a long time since anyone had made Abbott feel so thoroughly beneath them-like a king gazing down from a distant throne.

His brow furrowed, and a storm of indignation churned in his chest, burning hotter than before.

His assistant approached, voice tentative. "Mr. Beaumont?"

"Get out of my sight!" Abbott snapped. "So the golden boy thinks he's untouchable? Victor only has people tiptoe around him because of that privileged background. Strip that away-he wouldn't be half the man I am!"

The assistant quickly chimed in, eager to please. "Absolutely, Mr. Beaumont. If you'd had even half of Victor's family connections, you'd be running this city by now."

Abbott's gaze bored into the space where Victor had disappeared. "That's why I have to get stronger. I'll crush anyone who tries to stand in my way."

Wendy was practically bouncing with excitement as

you're incredible! This is the biggest contract I've landed since joining Seafarer Designs. Wait-Rowena, why

words, then finally spoke, her voice strained. "Isadora, I don't think I can work on

chance to respond before

Isadora fought for this project! Now that we've finally won the bid, how can

since Rowena had come back from the restroom, something seemed

"Rowena, what's going on?"

her lips

know how much this means to you,

frustration boiled over. "Rowena, this isn't fair. After everything we've put into this, you just walk

tears. Clenching her fists, she spun around and ran down

deepened. Rowena's sudden decision to quit the Horizon Architects project meant something serious

hesitation, Isadora hurried after her, catching up and

consider

course, Isadora.

If you have a good reason, I'll support you, no questions asked. But if you can't give me one, then I'm sorry-Seafarer Designs