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.

knew better than to cross the heir to the Fitzgerald dynasty. At the sound of

recognized Victor at once,

"That's Mr. Fitzgerald!"

his family company invested in

look at me just

look. "This is how you look after my people? Putting on a strip show

been aiming to show off for Nanette, not Isadora-how had he ended up in

a jacket thrown over her head, tugged it off and glared at the striking man now standing in

"Did you really have to cover my head

twitched in a self-assured smirk. "Just protecting

he slipped an arm around Isadora's waist, pulling

and actress in the room watched in open-mouthed envy as Victor, the untouchable Mr. Fitzgerald, swept Isadora into his arms and strode out of

wasn't until they were outside The Ace's Den that Isadora finally regained her composure, stopped in her tracks, and

celebrating Nanette's birthday. Why did you

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