Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 474

Isadora sent the screenshot to Nanette.

Nanette replied almost immediately.

"Thumbs up! Your man's really something!"

Smiling faintly, Isadora exited the chat and kept scrolling.

It didn't take long before she came across another headline about The Fitzgerald Group the annual shareholders' conference.

She tapped on a video.

The main entrance of The Fitzgerald Group headquarters was swarmed with people.

At the front of the crowd, a young male reporter in a crisp white shirt stood holding a microphone, broadcasting live.

"This is The Fitzgerald Group's annual shareholders' meeting. As the wealthiest corporation in Capitolion and a powerhouse on the global stage, their financial report has sweeping implications for markets around the world. Let's see what this year's numbers bring."

The camera panned across the main gates.

One luxury car after another pulled up in a seemingly endless procession. Shareholders began to arrive, all with serious, almost grim expressions.

A row of burly security guards stood in perfect formation, holding the press and

media at bay, keeping the entrance clear and the scene orderly.

It was obvious that today's event was both grand and fraught with tension.

Suddenly―

A sharp screech of brakes shattered the tense atmosphere.

The Rolls-Royce jolted

looking down at her

nearly throwing her off balance. She barely managed to

twisted around in his

cut in front of us, I... I didn't mean to

dizzy head,

Even with such a harsh stop, the ride inside

forehead and looked as though he might burst into tears-pretty impressive for

for the Fitzgeralds for over twenty years. Nothing like this has ever happened before-honestly, it wasn't my fault, that car just swerved out of nowhere.

the window at the car that had just

did seem like

I won't mention this to

face. He looked as if he might

you, ma'am, thank you! You're

the engine, this time

exited her phone, but an

Then-

Her phone chimed.

flashed onto

assumed it was a work message. Ever since her illness, she'd fallen

on company business.

a second thought,

single, ominous photo filled

in a

man in the photo was all too

Fitzgerald Mansion's private wing,

his head,