Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 339

The men in the private suite finally got down to business.

The entire conversation revolved around the development of a lucrative plot of land on the southern outskirts of Capitolion-and just how many millions it would take to make it happen.

Everyone present made a show of deference to Victor, the young "prince" of the group, eager to let The Fitzgerald Group take the lead on the project. But as the discussion shifted, it became clear that Preston's interests might be at stake.

Rowena felt Preston's hand tighten suddenly around her waist, so hard it made her gasp.

He shot her an irritated glance. "What's wrong with you?"

She stiffened, forcing a strained smile. "Nothing."

It was obvious Preston was in a foul mood, but with Victor there, he had to bite his tongue and instead took it out on her.

With a cold, almost predatory smirk, Preston leaned in and murmured, "If you're this sensitive from just a squeeze, how are you going to make it through tonight?" Mr. Lennox, seated nearby, raised his eyebrows and drawled suggestively, "Come on, Preston, she's a delicate one. Try not to break her."

The men's banter made Rowena's face pale even further. She shot a furtive glance toward Victor-thankfully, he wasn't paying them any attention, which let her breathe just a little easier, though resentment simmered beneath her relief.

a call and step outside, Rowena seized her chance. She ran her fingers lightly along Preston's chest. "Mr. Dunbar, I

not thinking of running

to see you," she replied, her tone sweet but her mind

Victor Fitzgerald was the one with real power. Why waste her time on a bloated, middle-aged

cross her, not with Victor's influence. And

the thought made her

outside the Verdant Pavilion was bathed in dim golden light, the air thick with the scent of liquor and

hurried out, catching sight of Victor finishing

down her dress

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the deep neckline, a tantalizing hint of cleavage. She stumbled forward, voice trembling with just the

have

up at the sound of her plea, his gaze landing

him, Victor stepped aside with

falling into a man's warm embrace, Rowena crashed face-first into

you want me to save you from?" Victor's voice was flat,

her lip, turning to face him with reddened eyes, the perfect picture of helpless seduction. "Mr. Fitzgerald, I didn't want to bother you, but I have no one else. Mr Dunbar forced me to come