Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 468

Go on, keep praising her. Heap on every compliment you can.

This was exactly the effect she wanted.

She wanted her daughter to become the most dazzling debutante in Capitolion, the star of every party, the envy of every eye.

And if, by some stroke of luck, she could one day marry better than Isadora-well, that would be the dream come true.

But just then, right in the midst of this harmonious atmosphere-

A sudden, jarring voice blared from the speakers mounted along the charity gala's gilded walls, drowning out the gentle music from the grand piano.

"No way... Olivia, you actually... killed her."

The words struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving everyone in the hall stunned, mouths agape.

Another voice followed, cold and resolute: "Yes, it was me. If she hadn't died, who knows, maybe they would have traced everything back to me."

"Olivia, you're ruthless."

"Ruthless? What was I supposed to do, just let them find out I was the one who let that wretched Isadora into the warehouse and opened the freezer, hoping she'd freeze to death? That was my idea, wasn't it?"

"Too bad that woman and her unborn child survived. If she'd lost the baby, she'd be worthless to Victor, and none of this would have happened."

and again, echoing through the hall, like some terrible nightmare

was frozen in shock, glancing

such vile things so calmly? People began searching for the source of the voice, trying to place who it belonged

stunned silence, realization seemed to dawn: the voice in the recording sounded just like Olivia-the Olivia

an instant, all eyes in

scenting blood. They surged forward, desperate not to miss the scoop

whirred, the entire charity gala

in horror as her own voice and Sally Leda's played

from her face, leaving her ghostly

saw the crowd below-gossipmongers, accusers, the righteous and the ravenous—all surging toward

was no hiding the terror in her

"Aah!"

aside her priceless cello in a

a heavy thud, the instrument crashed

desperate to escape this pack of

it a few steps before the journalists swarmed in forming an impenetrable wall of microphones

away! Get out of my way!

recording! Someone's

scene descended

was completely dumbfounded, spinning

earth is going