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.

driver, slammed the brakes. The Rolls-Royce jolted to

looking down at

her lurching forward, nearly throwing her off balance. She barely managed to steady herself, just avoiding a

in his seat, eyes wide

cut in front

her slightly dizzy head, Isadora

sturdy build. Even with such a harsh stop,

her massaging her forehead and looked as though he might

Nothing like this has ever happened before-honestly, it wasn't my fault, that car just swerved out of

the car that had just sped past. It

like just

worry. I won't mention

looked as if he

thank you! You're

this time driving with

her phone, but an uneasy feeling lingered

Then-

Her phone chimed.

photo flashed onto

message. Ever since her illness, she'd

on company business.

second thought, she

ominous photo filled the

a woman, caught in a moment that looked almost

the photo was

the sitting room of the Fitzgerald Mansion's private wing, Victor lounged lazily on the

hand propping up his head, his eyes shaded by