Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 137

Suddenly, Isadora remembered that man’s wild, arrogant declaration from the other night: “How about I give you The Vaughan Group?”

She’d never seriously considered accepting, of course.

Still, she couldn’t deny the words had touched her—if only for a few seconds.

A man who’s generous with his wealth, who doesn’t hesitate to spend it on you—now that’s impressive.

On that thought, Isadora unlocked her phone.

Just in time to see a message Victor had sent ten minutes ago.

“Miss me?”

She could practically picture his handsome, cocky face behind those words, that hint of mischief in his eyes.

A smile tugged at her lips as she typed back, “Not really.”

Almost instantly, Victor sent a photo.

“What’s this supposed to mean?” she replied.

It was a selfie she’d posted earlier that morning: a champagne silk blouse, buttoned all the way up, her smile casual and understated.

She hadn’t expected Victor to notice—let alone send the photo back to her.

Are all men this clueless?

Victor: “Trying to seduce me?”

Isadora: “You’re overthinking it, Mr. Fitzgerald. It’s just a normal selfie.”

Victor: “Just wait. I’ll deal with you when I get back.”

Isadora couldn’t help but laugh. He really was outrageously domineering.

She was about to reply when her phone started ringing—Sammy’s name on the screen.

Isadora answered.

“Isadora, it’s my birthday today. Are you coming?”

Every year before, Magnus would always bring her along to Sammy’s birthdays.

Setting Magnus aside, Sammy was a genuinely good friend.

But if it was his birthday, Magnus would almost certainly be there.

And she had no desire to see him.

“Sorry, I’ll have to pass this year. I’ll get your present to you another day.”

There was a brief silence on the other end.

“Isadora, is there really no chance for you and Magnus anymore?”

“There isn’t. We’ve broken up.”

Sammy could hear the finality in her tone. He felt a pang for his old friend.

Even as someone outside the industry, Isadora could see how bad things were. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Nanette’s voice was exhausted. “I can handle it. But tonight, just come drink with me.”

The Ace’s Den was the biggest bar in Capitolion.

By the time Isadora arrived, Nanette had already knocked back more than her share.

Half-drunk, Nanette kept ranting about men being pigs.

Isadora did her best to comfort her.

She knew Nanette well—let her vent tonight and she’d bounce back by morning.

Just then, she spotted Sammy across the room, heading toward the VIP area. He caught sight of her and lit up.

“Isadora? You’re here, too! My birthday’s in suite 902—join us?”

Isadora was about to decline when Nanette, glass in hand, stood up.

“Perfect. I’m in a mood tonight—let’s see if anyone can outdrink me!”

And just like that, Nanette was leading the way after Sammy.

Isadora closed her eyes for a moment, resigned, and followed.

The VIP door swung open.

There, sitting deep in the corner of the couch, was the one man she’d hoped to avoid.