Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 277

A few moments passed.

Then a man's cold, deep voice echoed through the grand hall.

"And what if I refuse?"

Victor looked up, his dark eyes glinting with an icy indifference as he cast a chilling glance across the room. That look alone made Deanna feel as if the air itself pressed down on her shoulders.

In that instant, she realized-slowly, but unmistakably-that her grandson was no longer under anyone's control.

Dorian's health had long since forced him to step back from the family's affairs; in reality, he'd been on the sidelines for years. The responsibility to uphold the Fitzgerald family's order, discipline, and century-old traditions now fell squarely on her shoulders. She would not allow any unexpected variable to threaten the very foundation of the Fitzgerald legacy.

Deanna opened her mouth to speak, but her gaze inadvertently landed on the faint marks on Victor's neck. Her expression darkened at once.

about

gaze cold as frost, fixed and unblinking. "You've met

up Isadora by name, it meant she'd already made moves behind his back. Deanna was a woman steeped in tradition-conservative, proud, stubborn, and the staunchest enforcer of the Fitzgerald family's rigid rules. She would never permit a woman of questionable background to set foot in their

woman's name, and already

can't get serious with her. Her background, her manners, her breeding-they don't even hold

and sharp, his voice icy. "So you went behind

up for Isadora, the more Deanna's face hardened. Without a word, she nodded to the

trade you for money, for her precious Vaughan family. That thirty percent stake in the Vaughan Group? I

the slightest concern. So that was why

it? If she asked me, I'd give her the whole Vaughan family. Whatever she wants,

face went white-then

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