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.

brakes. The Rolls-Royce jolted to an abrupt

was still looking down at

throwing her off balance. She

twisted around in his seat,

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry-a car just cut in front of us, I... I didn't mean to

her slightly dizzy head, Isadora

build. Even with such a harsh stop, the ride inside remained

as though he

been driving for the Fitzgeralds for over twenty years. Nothing like this has ever happened before-honestly, it wasn't my fault, that car

had just sped past. It disappeared as quickly as it had

did seem like just a reckless

won't mention this to

Nash's face. He looked as if he might fall to his

you! You're a wonderful

the engine, this

phone, but an uneasy feeling

Then-

Her phone chimed.

flashed onto

it was a work message.

on company business.

a second thought,

photo

caught in a moment that

the photo was all too

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

up his