Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 510

From the moment Nanette stepped into the Fitzgerald Group, she was awestruck by the sheer opulence of the lobby. The place glittered with gold and marble, so grand it nearly took her breath away.

Everyone in the building seemed to know Isadora. Employees greeted her with respectful nods and kept their voices low as she passed. With Nanette in tow, they breezed through security and took the private elevator straight to the top floor -the one reserved for the CEO himself.

Isadora hesitated, glancing at Nanette. The whole idea of "dropping by" unexpectedly felt awkward. "Maybe we should head back and come another time," she suggested.

But Nanette was far too excited for that. She tugged Isadora out of the elevator. "We're already here! Just think of it as surprising Victor. Besides, I've always been curious what a billionaire's office looks like."

At the executive floor, the entire secretarial staff stood at attention the moment Isadora appeared, greeting her in unison: "Good morning, Mrs. Fitzgerald."

Isadora smiled and waved them off. "Please, don't mind us-get back to work." The two women made their way to the CEO's office. Just as Isadora raised her hand to knock, voices drifted through the heavy door.

"My dear nephew, I hear you've given that woman twenty percent of the Fitzgerald Group's shares. She must mean a great deal to you, hmm?"

A cold, humorless laugh followed.

with sarcasm. "Women are all the same. Her only purpose is to bear an heir for the

You have to keep your eyes on the bigger picture, not get distracted by sentiment. Once my grandnephew is born, I'll be sure

Isadora's hand slowly

body shook with anger as she tried to steady her breathing, ready to barge

Isadora caught her arm, her grip surprisingly

said? What does he mean, 'her only purpose'? I'm

eerily

care if he's the golden boy of Capitol Hill," Nanette snapped, "he has no right

her voice steady

pregnant—the baby could come any day now. She couldn't afford any undue stress,

Nanette relented, her own anger replaced by

Isadora to the Fitzgerald Group, none of this would have happened.

*

Laurel Heights.

drifted to the grand piano in the living room. Ske stood before it, her slender fingers brushing the black and white