Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 478

"Mr. Fitzgerald, the bodyguards assigned to your wife were blocked by a group of men who appeared out of nowhere. By the time they handled the situation, the Rolls-Royce was gone. We just confirmed Mrs. Fitzgerald isn't at The Vaughan Group either."

In other words, Isadora had vanished.

Victor's fingers, long and elegant, froze mid-motion. His handsome face

darkened, voice like a cold snap. "What do you mean, she's not at The Vaughan Group?"

Kemp kept his head bowed, speaking respectfully. "Sir, rest assured, I've already doubled our search efforts for Mrs. Fitzgerald."

Victor snatched up his phone and immediately dialed Isadora's number.

The line rang, each cold, mechanical tone echoing in the silence-no one picked up.

The last trace of warmth left Victor's eyes. He didn't hesitate. He stood, striding swiftly toward the door.

Kemp rushed to block his path, blurting out, "Mr. Fitzgerald, you can't leave! If you walk out now, this meeting will fall apart."

"Move."

Victor's voice was glacial, so cold it seemed to freeze the very air.

He fixed Kemp with a chilling stare. "Since when do you give me orders?"

Kemp shuddered beneath that gaze and had no choice but to step aside.

Victor swept his icy gaze across the boardroom, issuing a curt command. "Keep me updated on everything. Immediately."

With that, he made to leave.

to weep. How was he supposed to

feel the boardroom full of sharks

Victor's retreating back,

just

Victor, you'll never get your

then, Victor's phone chimed with a new message. He paused, glanced down, and opened

made his brow furrow in

Victor-every inch the composed,

walked back to

with dread, instantly

He's...he's staying?

he saw Victor halt and

isn't that bastard chasing

texted, "What's going on

"She still hasn't shown up. Our people are searching everywhere. No sign of

on his

Damn it!

shareholders grew restless. One of them demanded, "Mr. Fitzgerald,

to

up a folder and handed

brought it to

documents rolled across the

Vaughan family's department store came directly from Mr. Fitzgerald's private Swiss

was right there: a screenshot of the Swiss bank transfer, projected

all to see.

board members stared, blinking in