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.

cross the heir to the Fitzgerald dynasty. At the sound of Victor's icy

people in the room recognized Victor at once, gasping in

"That's Mr. Fitzgerald!"

company invested in your last

look at me just once,

look. "This is how you look

for Nanette,

thrown over her head, tugged it off

to cover my head with

in a self-assured smirk. "Just protecting

arm around Isadora's waist, pulling

Victor, the untouchable Mr. Fitzgerald, swept Isadora into his arms and strode out of the club without

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

Why did you drag me out

down with stormy eyes. "I'm here to take you home. You shouldn't