Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 463

At that moment, Hulda, the chair of the charity gala, caught sight of Isadora and Nanette as she chatted with guests. Her eyes lit up; she immediately strode over to greet them.

The other socialites and wives, noticing Hulda's approach, hurried to follow her lead.

Andrina and Olivia, standing off to the side, stiffened as soon as they spotted Isadora among the arriving guests. Olivia's frown deepened, her brows knitting together so tightly it seemed they might never smooth out.

Andrina's first instinct was to pretend she hadn't seen Isadora-act as though they were complete strangers.

But when the entire circle drifted toward Isadora, she was left with little choice. As vice president of the charity association, it would be both rude and conspicuous if she didn't follow.

Reluctantly, she beckoned Olivia to join her and moved toward the growing cluster.

Hulda extended a hand, her voice warm and resonant. "Mrs. Fitzgerald, your presence truly graces our charity gala tonight."

Isadora shook her hand, returning the greeting with a graceful smile. "It's an honor to attend such a meaningful event, supporting people with disabilities. Of course I had to be here."

Hulda, noting Isadora's approachable manner, turned to the assembled society ladies and beamed. "I'm not sure if everyone knows this, but before the gala even began, Mrs. Fitzgerald had already donated twenty million dollars to our cause. Truly a heart of gold."

"It's just a small

crowd's opinion of Isadora shifted palpably. Admiration flickered in their eyes as they surrounded her with praise, each trying to

unhurriedly toward Andrina and Olivia, who stood among the ladies looking utterly thunderstruck. Olivia rolled her

unhurried smile, Isadora remarked, "It seems Mrs. Walsh and her

be? You look positively radiant tonight, Mrs. Fitzgerald. It's wonderful to see you've made a full

smile lingered, but her tone was light, almost careless. "Is that so? After all, I was nearly frozen to death in your family's storage room,

the accusation into the open without hesitation,

through the crowd. The ladies exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued, eager

a seasoned player. In a heartbeat, she switched to a gentle, gracious expression and

responsible have already been\

I do hope, Mrs. Fitzgerald, you'll be

all, the deceased deserve our

dead. Now that Isadora was healthy and standing before them, holding a grudge would only make her look

scoffed loudly. "That's not a comparison I care for. Your staff's miserable fate can't be mentioned in the same breath as Mrs. Fitzgerald's. Frankly, even your daughter

pretense. She was just about to retort when Andrina clamped a hand on