Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 399

Victor waved his hand. "You can all leave now."

The six housekeepers bowed and quietly filed out, leaving the room in sudden silence.

Isadora couldn't help herself. "Is everyone in the Fitzgerald family always this... old-fashioned?"

She caught herself before saying "old-fashioned," and rephrased, "I mean, is this just how things are done here?"

It wasn't just the estate's stately, imposing architecture; the entire atmosphere seemed steeped in tradition, every detail bound by unspoken rules.

Isadora had only realized it after moving in yesterday.

Here, the staff followed strict protocols, their every gesture deliberate and formal. Any little mistake, and they'd kneel or apologize as if their lives depended on it. Victor reached over, tucking a stray lock of her hair gently behind her ear. "The Fitzgerald Mansion has carried on these traditions for well over a century. Generations of the family have lived under this roof."

He paused, his voice gentle. "Once we're married, you can live wherever you want. And if you decide to stay here, you're free to change anything you like, make it your own."

"Why?" Isadora asked, searching his eyes.

her. "Because you're going to be my wife. My home, my legacy-every right I have,

looked into his fathomless eyes, her heart tangled with

was using him just to spite Deanna...

lower her gaze,

while later, Isadora

remembered she'd agreed to an exclusive interview with

brought in, she chose a white Chanel tweed dress-elegant, understated, and perfect for

and led her down the

the dining room, her eyes were drawn to the centerpiece: a massive walnut table, its surface dark and polished to a mirror-like shine Alongside it stood vintage, deep brown leather chairs, and five or six impeccably trained staff waited discreetly nearby, ready to

shimmered subtly beneath the chandelier's glow. A string of

sharpness in Deanna's eyes as she looked at Isadora—a cold, piercing intensity that sent

The man wore a tailored, silver-gray suit

were Deanna's nephew and

over calmly and pulled out a chair

Virgil Black didn't spare Isadora a glance. Instead, he offered Victor a genial smile. "Victor, it's been ages. When we heard you were back, your aunt and I made it a point to come early this

over after receiving Deanna's tearful call the night