Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 257

Victor cut her off coldly, his expression unreadable. "Ms. Blaine, Isadora considers you a close friend."

Rowena froze.

Everyone knew Victor had zero patience for other women-unless their name was Isadora.

So, without a flicker of warmth in his voice, he continued, "She told me you once helped her, so she invested in your design firm. I never thought much of it, but I supported her decision. Clearly, that investment was a mistake."

Rowena's face fell.

He could see right through her, all the way to the thoughts she tried so hard to hide.

It was true.

Jealousy and vanity had led her to nurse a hopeless crush on this man.

Trying to defend herself, Rowena stammered, "I know you and Isadora go back longer than I do... I'm sorry, I don't have any other motives-"

Victor let out a mirthless laugh. "Then you should be grateful. It's only because of her that you're even standing here. Remember your place. I won't let Isadora get hurt because of you."

Back in the private lounge, the chill in Victor's eyes was gone. The stern mask he wore outside had vanished, replaced by an easygoing air as he lounged on the couch. Watching the laughter on Isadora's face, he drew her hand into his, running his thumb along her skin. "What's so funny over here?"

Nanette had just told. Her lips curled in a perfect smile, and her

talking about

"Oh? What could you possibly have to say about me? Maybe

and played along. "With you, Prince Charming, how could anyone complain? Isadora was saying she was really touched

laughing. "Don't listen to her, Victor. She just loves

arched an eyebrow playfully. "Is that

a straight

have to do something about it, won't

shot him a look.

the door swung

sight of Isadora and Victor bantering so affectionately made her

noticed. "Rowena, is something

not feeling well. I

"Wait, Rowena-?"

finish, Rowena had already grabbed her

if

blinked, puzzled. "What's up with

Rowena's hasty

on the back of Isadora's head, leaned

hopeless sometimes, you know

forehead. "What was that