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.

some thought it was a

stone-faced, and gave a single order: "Search the

that, dozens of bodyguards fanned out, methodically

halls like a relentless, deadly chant. No one dared

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

Andrina, and the rest of the family were also herded downstairs by

who'd come to celebrate the Walsh patriarch's

what should have been his birthday celebration, now transformed into a hostage scene. His face was ashen,

of force that they couldn't even speak. They

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

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

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

Isadora was missing.

this point, nobody's status mattered

"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 choice but to

anything happens

paused, his sweeping the

elget

eyes

"—will pay the

of terror through the room. Faces went pale; some guests broke down sobbing on the

hard look, eyes full of accusation: Was

it might burst, but she forced herself to

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