Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 327

Isadora thought back to her days in the hospital.

She remembered once asking Finley, "Who's the girl in that photo on Victor's desk?"

That memory made her lower her eyes now, her voice barely above a whisper. "Victor's past—and his present-have nothing to do with me anymore."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Finley watched her slender figure disappear around the corner, a thoughtful look on his face.

Just then, a server carrying a tray of fresh fruit walked by.

Finley stopped him. "Hey, is there a celebrity's birthday party here tonight? Which private room is it in?"

The server shot him a wary glance, clearly mistaking him for some overeager fan. "Sorry, sir, we can't share guests' private information," he replied, then hurried off before Finley could protest.

Finley smirked. Really? Everyone's so guarded tonight.

Did they really think he couldn't find the room just because they wouldn't tell him? He recalled that Victor had invested in this very club.

country; no matter the industry, if

and dialed. "Hey, Prince Charming, want to come hang

was as flat as ever.

grinned. "Well, your Isadora's

pause. Victor frowned on the other end. What was she doing in a place

"Why is she there?"

letting his tone grow casual. "No idea. Says it's her best friend's birthday party. You know, this place is way too loud for a pregnant woman. As a doctor, I'd say it's not good for her or the baby. Honestly, as your best friend, I feel responsible for looking out for her. Problem is, I don't know which room they're in." Finley spun the tale with

505. Keep an eye

lips curled into a sly

come, little

*

stepped into

energy-voices shouting, laughter echoing, and the stage lights casting wild colors over the crowd.

Nanette's friends were from the entertainment industry, so tonight's guest list read like a who's-who of rising stars and social media influencers. Everywhere Isadora looked, she saw gorgeous women

spotted her. Nanette

bring out the cake now, and after we blow out the candles and you have

her watch. "It's not even midnight