Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 220

The girl in the short skirt rushed to his side, patting him urgently.

“Mr. Oakley! Mr. Oakley!”

“It’s bad—Mr. Oakley’s nose and mouth are both foaming!”

Everyone present was either a company president or a wealthy heir, all on Jonathan’s level or even higher. No one really cared what happened to him. Especially since this was a punishment ordered by the ‘prince’ himself.

A little alcohol poisoning was nothing—if Jonathan died, Victor would cover it up anyway.

Someone said impatiently, “Just have someone carry him to the hospital, and you go with him to take care of it. Simple as that.”

As soon as the commotion died down, the next round of the game began. Cards were dealt out across the table once more.

Isadora watched as Jonathan was carried off, realizing there was no reason for her and Wendy to stay any longer.

She leaned over and whispered to Wendy, “Let’s slip out as soon as this round is over.”

Wendy nodded. “Yeah. Good idea.”

But before they could make a move, the man in the loud floral shirt—Mr. Flynn—called out Isadora’s name and pointed at her placard.

Isadora’s eyes flickered. She slowly peeled back the corner of her card.

Wendy, peeking over her shoulder, sucked in a breath. Isadora’s card was even lower than hers—her luck tonight was abysmal.

Donnelly Flynn grinned mischievously. “Flip your card over, let’s see it.”

When Isadora revealed her hand, Donnelly crowed, “I win!”

Isadora’s body stiffened.

A second later, Donnelly declared, “Alright, gorgeous, time for a little punishment. Pick any man here and sit on his lap.”

Boom.

Donnelly wasn’t about to let his prize get away so easily. “Don’t you know our prince has a thing about cleanliness? Who do you think you are, picking him?”

He turned to Victor with a sly smile. “Your Highness, if you mind, I’ll take her off your hands.”

Wendy fumed. These men made all the rules, and here on their turf, she and Isadora had no choice but to play along.

Victor’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “I’m not an invalid. I don’t need anyone substituting for me. But if you want to know what that feels like, Donnelly, maybe you should try it yourself.”

His words were soft, but there was a razor edge to them. The chill in his tone made Donnelly pale and instantly back down.

Across the table, Doris shot Isadora a look full of veiled jealousy. This girl was bolder than she looked. But, from what Doris could tell, Victor radiated an icy, untouchable aura—most women wouldn’t dare get close.

Isadora, eager to get this over with, stood up and walked toward Victor, intending to sit for just a moment and be done with it.

As she squeezed through the narrow aisle, someone suddenly stuck out a foot—