Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 227

When Isadora heard those words, she didn’t feel the happiness she expected.

Instead, a strange heaviness settled in her chest.

But this was exactly what she’d asked for.

She glanced at the man beside her. His handsome, flawless face was as impassive as ever, eyes cool and distant.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. “What made you change your mind all of a sudden?”

Victor cast her a lazy glance. “You don’t want me to?”

“That’s not it.”

She was just surprised that he agreed so readily.

“Then it’s settled. Just—don’t go drinking recklessly again, alright?”

Victor tossed the covers aside, got out of bed shirtless in only a pair of gray lounge pants, and sauntered off toward the bathroom—tall, lean, and utterly nonchalant.

Isadora lingered in the doorway for a long moment before finally leaving.

***

Seafarer Designs.

Wendy was sorting a stack of documents and blueprints when she spotted Isadora walking in.

“Isadora, I went ahead and scheduled a meeting with Jonathan like you asked.”

Isadora nodded. “Great. Let’s head out.”

Even as someone not known for subtlety, Wendy could sense Isadora was different today. There was a heaviness to her, a trace of sadness she didn’t usually show.

“Isadora, are you worried that even if we go, Jonathan still won’t let us enter the competition? Rowena would be devastated if that happens.”

Isadora shot her a sidelong look. “That’s why I’m counting on you to work your magic.”

With that, she started toward the parking lot.

Wendy scurried to catch up. “Whoa, wait! I’m just the assistant here. Please don’t put all that pressure on me!”

There was no point arguing morals with people like this.

“We at Seafarer Designs don’t need your concern. Maybe focus on your own path—you never know what’s lurking in the dark when you walk too many nights alone.”

“Oh?”

Abbott’s eyes glinted with interest as he looked Isadora up and down.

“How did Rowena manage to recruit someone like you? Come work for me instead—I’ll double your salary.”

“Dream on. She’s not just an employee—she’s one of our company’s partners.”

Just then, the receptionist approached. “Ms. Vaughan, Mr. Oakley will see you now. This way, please.”

Isadora pulled Wendy along, determined to focus on business.

Nearby, Abbott’s assistant leaned in. “Mr. Beaumont, aren’t you worried about them meeting with Jonathan? What if Mr. Oakley lets them through?”

Abbott smirked. “Worried? Jonathan’s not stupid. He’d never risk his reputation for some no-name design firm, not when he could work with one of the top three in Capitol City like us.”