Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 442

The man's voice was cold as ice, each word sending chills down everyone's

spine.

Presley and Colby, standing off to the side, were drenched in cold sweat.

If they couldn't find Mrs. Fitzgerald tonight, it wasn't just the Capitolion North District development contract that would be in jeopardy-there was a real chance the entire Walsh family would be in serious trouble.

Presley spun around, snapping at the butler, "Did you even search properly?"

Victor's icy presence had the butler shaking so badly he could barely speak. "We -we've checked the ballroom, but the bedrooms upstairs... we haven't looked yet..."

Victor had no patience left. He grabbed his phone and dialed.

Moments later, the heavy, urgent thud of footsteps echoed through the mansion.

At the front door, Kemp charged in, leading a squad of burly, well-trained bodyguards.

The elegant strains of piano music screeched to a halt.

Dancers froze mid-twirl on the ballroom floor. Under the bright chandelier light, the entire party seemed to stop—like someone had hit pause on reality.

Within seconds, the bodyguards had surrounded the entire first floor, sealing off every exit.

A suffocating tension pressed down on everyone in the mansion.

The guests were all people of status and influence, but none of them had any idea what was happening.

intimidating line of bodyguards, some thought it was a kidnapping. Panic

gave a single order: "Search

bodyguards fanned out, methodically sweeping

footsteps echoed through the halls like a

Meade had just lain down to rest but was jolted awake by the commotion. With the help of a servant, he made

Andrina, and the rest of the family were also herded

the Walsh patriarch's 85th birthday was corralled into the

celebration, now transformed into a hostage scene. His face was ashen, his hands trembling as

Colby were so rattled by Victor's display of force that they couldn't even speak. They just shot nervous glances at the imposing man whose icy demeanor filled the

85th birthday of a bank president into a disaster like this. No one else

voice cautious. "Victor, what's

crystal chandelier caught Victor's chiseled features, but there

Isadora was missing.

point, nobody's

"What's wrong?" Meade pressed.

your birthday party, Mr. Walsh. So I'm

anything happens

paused, his sweeping the crowd,

elget

eyes

pay

sent a fresh wave of terror through the room. Faces went pale;

her daughter a hard look, eyes full

might burst, but she forced herself to shake

clenched her jaw, repeating silently: They won't find out. No one will ever know it