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.

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

not thinking

I came here tonight just to see you," she replied, her tone sweet but her

was the one with real power. Why waste her time on a bloated, middle-aged married man like Preston, when she could aim for the

Preston would never dare to cross her, not with Victor's influence. And the look on Isadora's

the thought

Pavilion was bathed in dim golden light, the air thick with the

catching sight of Victor

she yanked down her dress strap

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hint of cleavage. She stumbled forward,

please-you have

up at the sound of her plea, his gaze landing on

at him, Victor stepped aside with

crashed face-first into the wall, her shoulder instantly reddening

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

of helpless seduction. "Mr. Fitzgerald, I didn't want to bother