Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 158

Just then, a pair of heavy red doors swung open.

Mrs. Fitzgerald emerged, flanked by two maids holding her arms, her pace unhurried and dignified.

Penelope Dawson immediately stood up, offering a polite curtsy. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Fitzgerald. I’m Penelope Dawson, Jack Harrison’s wife, from the Harrison Group.”

She gestured to an elegantly wrapped gift box on the table. “This is a rare, centuries-old ginseng we’ve treasured in our family for nearly a decade. I heard you’ve been feeling a bit run-down lately, so I brought it especially for you—to help you regain your strength.”

Mrs. Fitzgerald—Deanna—glanced at the box with practiced indifference and nodded.

A maid promptly stepped forward, collected the gift, and withdrew from the room.

Deanna eased herself into the seat of honor with the maids’ gentle assistance. After a pause, she said, in a tone neither warm nor cold, “That’s very thoughtful of you.”

Penelope graced her with a flattering smile. “The Harrisons and the Fitzgeralds go way back. I’m not sure if you remember, but when Dorian served in the army, my husband’s grandfather was one of his most loyal men.”

Deanna took a sip of tea and fixed Penelope with a direct gaze. “Penelope, let’s not beat around the bush. What brings you here today?”

Penelope couldn’t help but notice how immaculate Deanna looked in her custom-tailored deep violet dress. Although she was nearly eighty, her careful grooming made her appear barely over sixty. Silver hair perfectly coiffed, her face radiated warmth and benevolence, but Penelope knew well that you didn’t become the matriarch of Capitolion’s most powerful family by being simple or soft.

She lowered her voice, “To be honest, I’m here today because I’m worried your grandson might be getting taken advantage of.”

At the mention of her grandson Victor, Deanna’s usually placid eyes flickered with something sharper. “Oh?”

Penelope pressed on, “You may not have heard, but the Fitzgerald Group just invested eight hundred million dollars in the Vaughan family’s global expansion. And lately, they even went out of their way to secure the exclusive M Boutique franchise for the Vaughans. It seems Mr. Fitzgerald has fallen under Isadora Vaughan’s spell.”

She slid a folder across the table. “This is a dossier on Isadora Vaughan. I thought you might want to know more about her.”

She snapped, “This tea is tainted. How could you serve me this?”

The housekeeper, Pattie, hurried over and bowed deeply. “I apologize, ma’am. It must have been sitting too long. The staff should have checked it. I’ll brew you a fresh pot right away.”

Soon, boiling water was poured into fine porcelain, releasing the rich aroma of premium oolong.

Deanna lifted the cup, savoring a sip. “Now, that’s what good tea should taste like.”

Pattie, well-versed in her mistress’s ways, echoed her meaning, “There are grades to everything, ma’am. Only the finest and freshest tea is worthy of your palate. Anything of lesser quality simply won’t do—for tea, or for people.”

Deanna’s face softened into a kindly smile, but her eyes held a glint of meaning.

“In that case,” she said, her voice layered with suggestion, “let’s invite Miss Vaughan to join us for a cup of truly first-class tea.”