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.

better than to cross the heir to the Fitzgerald dynasty. At the sound of Victor's icy voice, Finley grabbed his shirt and

in the room recognized Victor at once, gasping

"That's Mr. Fitzgerald!"

his family company

at me just once, I

VIP lounge, then fixed Finley with a pointed look. "This

put out. He'd been aiming to show off for Nanette, not Isadora-how had he ended up in

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

"Did you really have to cover my head with

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

another word, he slipped an arm around Isadora's waist,

the untouchable Mr. Fitzgerald, swept Isadora into his arms and strode out of the

they were outside The Ace's Den that Isadora finally regained her composure, stopped in her tracks,

birthday. Why did you

you home. You shouldn't be