Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

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 the sound of Victor's icy

Victor at

"That's Mr. Fitzgerald!"

company invested in your last

at me just once, I could die

look. "This is

been aiming to show off for Nanette,

head, tugged it

you really have to cover my head with your

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

word, he slipped an arm around Isadora's waist, pulling her firmly against

in open-mouthed envy as Victor, the untouchable Mr. Fitzgerald, swept Isadora into his arms and strode out of the club without a backward

Ace's Den that Isadora finally regained her composure, stopped in her tracks, and pushed him

Nanette's birthday. Why

"I'm here to take you home. You shouldn't be in a place like this,