Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 174

The next moment, Isadora tossed the insulated lunch bag straight into the trash without a second thought.

“Tell her not to bring food for me again.”

With that, and leaving Laura standing there in stunned silence, Isadora walked away.

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When Isadora arrived at the office, heads turned and curious glances followed her.

After all, in their eyes, she was the heiress of the Vaughan Group, but she worked as hard as anyone else—always diligent, never acting entitled.

It was rare for her to take this much time off. Rumors naturally started swirling—something serious must have happened.

Unbothered by the office gossip, Isadora strode straight to her office.

She glanced at the mountain of paperwork piled up on her desk, let out a sigh, and, for the first time, felt a twinge of weariness.

She didn’t stay long. Instead, she got up and went to find Richard.

Standing outside the CEO’s office, Isadora knocked on the door.

A voice from inside called, “Come in.”

Stepping in, Isadora immediately spotted Prescott sitting on a chair by the marble desk.

Her clear, discerning eyes flicked briefly to the bandage on his forehead—a neat white square, making him look haggard and stripped of his usual arrogance.

Prescott could feel Isadora’s gaze lingering on his injury.

He assumed she was mocking him.

He turned away, chest tight with anger and frustration, wanting to say something, but the memory of Victor beating him senseless the other day made him clamp his jaw shut and swallow his words.

Richard greeted her with a broad smile. “Isadora, you didn’t have to rush back. You could’ve taken a bit more time to rest.”

Prescott bristled at Richard’s ingratiating tone—disgusted by how sycophantic he sounded.

Prescott seethed. “You’re the CEO—you can’t just go back on your word. If people find out, you’ll be a laughingstock.”

He sneered at Isadora. “Besides, now that she’s hooked up with the Fitzgeralds’ heir, of course she doesn’t care about some measly VP title.”

Everyone knew that the Vice President’s office was just a stepping stone to the CEO’s chair.

Prescott was the eldest son of the Vaughan family—there was no way he’d let Isadora take over the company.

Isadora watched as Prescott’s face turned red with anger.

If she pulled out that contract for the 30% stake right now, she’d instantly become the Vaughan Group’s largest shareholder—the company would be hers.

Prescott and even the rest of their family would be completely sidelined.

But that would mean she’d made some sort of deal with the Fitzgerald family matriarch—a line she wasn’t ready to cross.

Clenching her hands, she was silent for a moment before speaking. “I actually came here today to let you know I’m resigning. I’ll transition my work and be finished by the end of the month.”