Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 386

Sigh.

Finley glanced at Victor, fully aware that he was hopelessly in love with Isadora.

Here was the president of the Fitzgerald Group—a man of immense power and arrogant pride, who could have any woman he wanted-yet he'd fallen, hard, for just one.

Inside the car, Finley could only manage a quick patch-up of Victor's wounds; anything more complicated would have to wait.

Once he finished, Finley packed up his medical kit and stepped out, turning to Kemp, who waited nearby.

"If Mr. Fitzgerald's wounds get any worse," Finley instructed, "drag him to the hospital if you have to, understood?"

Kemp glanced back at the regal-looking man in the car, eyes closed, and hesitated. "I... I don't dare..."

Finley frowned, annoyance clear in his voice. "What, are you waiting until your boss loses his arm before you do something?"

***

Vaughan Manor.

Isadora parked the car, quickly gave the security guard some instructions at the gate, then headed into the house.

sprang to her feet the moment she

her eyes immediately

the table and bring out dinner," she called to

soon began carrying dish after dish

face carefully, immediately noticing how pale she

since she'd gotten home that afternoon, Eleanor had been watching the news coverage of the press conference-angry and worried in equal

have been resolved perfectly today. There wouldn't be all these ridiculous rumors about

was better for Isadora to

let out a weary sigh. "Isadora, I'm sorry. This is

aside, not wanting her mother to blame herself. "Mom, this isn't on you. Even if

Eleanor's expression darkened, a

the Fitzgerald family love nothing more than to give her a good kick and put her in her grave sooner! But there's

week, right? You should go over first in the ext couple of

Isadora had seemed uncertain before;

still be wavering

decided to leave Capitolion? Are you sure

face calm

mouth to say something more, but just then, the maid entered the room with

a Rolls-Royce parked outside the gate.

Rolls-Royce? Who is