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.

and unreadable, edged with sarcasm. "Women are all the same. Her only purpose is to bear an heir

bigger picture, not get distracted by sentiment. Once

Isadora's hand slowly

at the door in shock. Her whole body shook with anger

her arm, her grip

with fury. "Did you hear what Victor just said? What does

eerily calm.

I don't care if he's the golden boy of Capitol Hill," Nanette snapped, "he has

Isadora said, her voice

was heavily pregnant—the baby could come any day now. She couldn't afford any

relented, her own anger replaced by worry.

first place. If she hadn't dragged Isadora to the Fitzgerald Group, none of this would have happened. But

*

Laurel Heights.

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