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.

her

not thinking

tonight just to see you," she replied, her tone sweet

the one with

cross her, not with

thought made her

the air thick with

out, catching sight of Victor finishing his call

yanked down her

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

have

the sound of her plea, his gaze landing on the nearly disheveled woman running toward him. He

at him, Victor stepped aside

embrace, Rowena crashed face-first into the wall,

do you want me to save you from?" Victor's voice was flat, entirely devoid of

seduction. "Mr. Fitzgerald,