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 gesture from the

palpably. Admiration flickered in their eyes as they surrounded her with

stood among the ladies looking utterly thunderstruck. Olivia rolled her eyes

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

that be? You look positively radiant tonight,

"Is that so? After all, I was nearly frozen to death in your family's storage room, thanks to your staff. If not for a stroke of luck,

had thrown the accusation into the open without hesitation, and Andrina's

crowd. The ladies exchanged

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

responsible have already been\

do hope, Mrs. Fitzgerald, you'll

bygones. After all, the deceased deserve our

the Walsh family's nanny was already dead. Now that Isadora was healthy

miserable fate can't be mentioned in the same breath as Mrs.

have the patience for such pretense. She was just about to