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.

thought it was a kidnapping. Panic swept the room; terrified screams erupted

in, stone-faced, and gave a

bodyguards fanned out, methodically sweeping the

of footsteps echoed through the halls like a relentless, deadly chant. No one dared to

the commotion. With the help of a servant, he made

rest of the family were

to celebrate the Walsh patriarch's 85th

out over what should have been his birthday celebration, now transformed into a hostage scene. His face was ashen, his hands trembling as he leaned heavily on his cane. "What on earth is

of force that they couldn't even speak. They just shot nervous glances

a bank president into a disaster like this. No one else

edged closer, his voice cautious. "Victor, what's

chiseled features, but there was only coldness in his

Isadora was missing.

point, nobody's status mattered to

"What's wrong?" Meade pressed.

wife disappeared during your birthday party, Mr. Walsh. So I'm afraid I have no

happens

his

elget

eyes

"—will pay

sent a fresh wave of terror through the room.

look, eyes full

might burst, but she forced herself to

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