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.

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

gave

of bodyguards fanned out, methodically

halls like a relentless,

commotion. With the help of a servant, he made

and the rest of the family were also herded downstairs by

who'd come to celebrate the Walsh

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.

speak. They just shot nervous glances at the imposing man

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

voice cautious. "Victor, what's happened? Does it

chandelier caught Victor's chiseled features, but there was only coldness in his

Isadora was missing.

nobody's

"What's wrong?" Meade pressed.

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

happens

he paused, his sweeping

elget

eyes

"—will pay

fresh wave of terror through the room.

shot her daughter a hard look, eyes full of accusation: Was

hard she thought it might burst, but she forced

clenched her jaw, repeating silently: They won't find