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.

of bodyguards, some thought it was a kidnapping. Panic swept the room;

strode in, stone-faced, and gave

dozens of bodyguards fanned out, methodically sweeping

like a relentless, deadly chant.

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

and the rest of the family were also herded

to celebrate the Walsh patriarch's 85th

birthday celebration, now transformed into a hostage scene. His face was

were so rattled by Victor's display of force that they couldn't even speak. They just shot nervous glances

birthday of a bank president

his voice cautious. "Victor, what's

but there was only coldness

Isadora was missing.

this point, nobody's status mattered to

"What's wrong?" Meade pressed.

gave a tight, humorless smile. "My wife disappeared during your birthday party, Mr. Walsh. So I'm afraid I have no

happens

here-" he paused, his sweeping the

elget

eyes

pay the

threat sent a fresh wave of terror through the room.

her daughter a hard look, eyes

it might

repeating silently: They won't find out. No one will ever