Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 116

Isadora let out a cold laugh, her eyes sharp as blades. “Save it, Magnus. We’re done. I can land M Boutique for The Vaughan Group on my own.”

On the other end, Magnus’s voice softened, unusually gentle. “Isadora, I’m just trying to help. You don’t have to be so harsh.”

“Help me?” she scoffed.

“Magnus, you wired a million dollars to Elise just a minute ago, and now you want to help me? Spare me—your kind of ‘help’ is the last thing I need.”

Magnus’s brow furrowed.

How did she know he’d sent Elise that money?

But the way Isadora snapped at him, refusing any help, made him wonder—was she upset because of Elise? Did she actually care about what he did?

“Isadora, are you jealous?”

“Jealous?” Isadora sounded like she’d just heard the world’s most ridiculous joke.

“Why would I be jealous of you? I just think your two-faced, have-your-cake-and-eat-it ways are pathetic. I never realized you were this kind of person. No—actually, I was just blind before!”

With that, she hung up on him.

She didn’t want to waste another word.

How could she have loved this man for five years? She must have been out of her mind.

Magnus stared at his phone, the call abruptly ended.

He tried calling back, but all he got was the endless, hollow ring.

Isadora had blocked him—again.

Magnus’s eyes darkened as he stared at the silent phone.

He had no idea how she’d found out about the money for Elise.

But from the way she just spoke to him, did that mean she still cared?

A hint of satisfaction crept over him.

*

Isadora sat behind the wheel, her chest tight with anger.

She blocked Magnus’s number without hesitation.

Even if M Boutique chose another mall in the end, she would never go crawling back to him.

Just then, her phone rang again.

“Do I need a reason to call you?”

His voice was so relaxed, so smooth, it was almost enough to make her blush just listening.

As that wickedly handsome face flashed across her mind—his half-smile, the glint in his eyes—Isadora quickly tried to compose herself.

“That’s not what I meant, I just…”

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

“Uh…” Isadora thought for a second—she didn’t have any plans—so she answered, “Alright.”

“You don’t want to?”

“No, that’s not it.”

She was just still getting used to all this.

“Sky Dining. I’ll send a driver for you later.”

He hung up.

Victor turned from the window, his stride long and easy as he crossed to his desk. He tapped his phone against the polished surface, thinking for a moment, a small, thoughtful smile playing on his lips.