Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 512

Lately, Nanette had been racking her brain trying to cheer Isadora up, worried she'd go stir-crazy cooped up at home.

Today, she happened to have a ribbon-cutting event at a newly built hotel in Capitolion. The place was a marvel-eighty-eight stories of sheer opulence, offering everything from leisure and entertainment to fine dining. It had already become famous for its restaurant, which boasted Capitolion's first taste of some of the most innovative cuisine in the city. Foodies flocked there for a taste and a selfie.

As soon as her duties wrapped up, Nanette invited Isadora to join her for a bite and a chat.

The timing was perfect-Isadora arrived just as the ceremony ended, and together they headed toward the hotel's bustling restaurant.

But as they made their way down a gleaming corridor, two towering Black bodyguards approached and blocked their path.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald, good afternoon. Our boss would like a word with you."

Nanette instantly stepped in front of Isadora, protective and wary. "Who's your boss? And why does he want to see Isadora?"

The guards, each nearly six and a half feet tall, barely glanced at Nanette. Their focus was on Isadora.

“Our boss is Mr. Fitzgerald's uncle. He's waiting for you in a private suite on the seventy-seventh floor. Mr. Fitzgerald is there as well, so you have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Fitzgerald."

choice, Nanette and Isadora were "escorted" to the

pushed open the heavy, mahogany doors of the

poker table, the roulette wheel spinning in a blur. At the head of the table, a woman in a striking red cocktail dress dealt

side by side-clear

out a booming laugh. The scar running under his left eye twisted with

your little wife downstairs, so I thought-why not invite her up for a little

inside and immediately saw Victor lounging on the black leather sofa, his gaze locked on her. Their eyes met his flashed with surprise, then

rumbled out, low and displeased. "Why aren't you at home,

The onlookers exchanged glances; it seemed

wasn't as cherished as rumors

cold and calculating as he glanced between Victor and

chimed in, her voice sweet and teasing. "Mr. Fitzgerald, you're so harsh. Mrs. Fitzgerald looks like

in a lazy, devil-may-care smirk. "Is that

temper for you

outrage. "Oh,

Victor