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."

lightly, "It's just a

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

gaze drift unhurriedly toward Andrina and Olivia, who stood

Isadora remarked, "It seems Mrs. Walsh and her daughter aren't

forced a smile. "How could that be? You look positively radiant tonight, Mrs. Fitzgerald. It's

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

open without hesitation, and Andrina's face twitched,

crowd. The ladies exchanged glances, their curiosity

switched

responsible have already been\

hope, Mrs. Fitzgerald, you'll be the

bygones be bygones. After all, the deceased deserve our respect, don't

that Isadora was healthy and standing before them, holding a grudge would only

Your staff's miserable fate can't be

it anymore. Unlike her mother, she didn't have the patience for such pretense. She was just about to retort when Andrina clamped a hand on her wrist, holding