Chapter 330

Isadora was seated right next to Nanette.

She watched as Finley, moving with deliberate slowness, began to undo the buttons of his patterned shirt, working his way from the top down. Each button revealed a little more of his chiseled torso, the muscles beneath shifting in the low

light.

Then, with both hands, he gripped the sides of his shirt, about to pull it open in one dramatic motion.

Every woman in the room stared, utterly transfixed by the slow-motion display- some even found themselves absentmindedly biting their lips or swallowing hard. Suddenly, a jacket flew in from across the room, landing squarely on Isadora's head and blocking her view completely.

Isadora: ...

Victor strode in, tall and imposing, each step exuding a kind of effortless authority.

His voice, low and edged with irritation, cut through the stunned silence. "Should I call up a film producer for you? Or do you all plan on giving a full show tonight?"

Finley, noticing Victor's arrival, shrugged and let his hands drop, abandoning his striptease.

At

recognized Victor at once, gasping

"That's Mr. Fitzgerald!"

company invested in your last

only he'd look at me just once, I could

gaze coolly around the VIP lounge, then fixed Finley with a pointed look. "This is how you look after my people? Putting on

for Nanette, not Isadora-how had he ended up

a jacket thrown over her head, tugged it off and

you really have to cover my head with your

in a self-assured smirk. "Just protecting your eyes from

an arm around Isadora's waist, pulling her firmly

room watched in open-mouthed envy as Victor, the untouchable Mr. Fitzgerald, swept Isadora into

Isadora finally regained her composure, stopped

birthday. Why did you drag me out

here to take you home. You shouldn't be in a place

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