Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 477

At that moment, Lincoln stepped forward.

He was from the same generation as Dorian-a true elder among those present, with an authority that came from decades of respect and experience.

Ordinarily, Lincoln preferred not to meddle in the Fitzgerald family's internal matters. But after both Virgil and Meade Walsh had sought him out, sharing their concerns, he realized the situation was more serious than he'd thought.

Victor's fiancée, Isadora, was not only manipulative but downright malicious. And Victor, blinded by his affection, was allowing her into the Fitzgerald family-going so far as to have Deanna placed under house arrest for her sake!

True, under Victor's leadership, the Fitzgerald Group's assets had multiplied several times over. But the young often grew arrogant, refusing to heed advice from those who'd gone before them-showing neither respect nor restraint.

For the president of the Fitzgerald Group to marry a woman of questionable character and background, treating marriage itself as if it were some trivial affair, was simply unacceptable. As an elder, Lincoln felt it was his duty to correct Victor's reckless behavior-before he destroyed both himself and the family legacy.

Lincoln's voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding:

"This year, the Fitzgerald Group invested eight hundred million in the Vaughan Galleria, yet by every measure, the return on that project is the lowest among all of our investments. Victor, as CEO, how do you justify using your authority for personal interests? Where is your accountability?"

“And now, because the Fitzgerald Group announced this engagement, our stock has been thrown into turmoil. Do you really think this is what it means to be president?"

weeks. The board was uneasy, but no one

the air, the dam broke. One by

wish to interfere in your personal life, but

And using company resources to prop up Vaughan Galleria-even you, as CEO, have to answer to the

you'd agreed to the merger with LS Capital Holdings, none of this would have happened. Our international market

always headstrong, always convinced

will ruin the

boardroom erupted into

like a noisy

corner, the minute-taker could only stare

whirlwind of arguments

chair, arms folded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as

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widened, the lines at the corners of his