Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 252

Otherwise, there’s no way he’d have ended up in such a mess.

Wendy sat off to the side, growing anxious herself. She hadn’t expected that even with all this dirt on him, the man still wouldn’t cave.

Isadora merely raised an eyebrow, her expression barely shifting.

She supposed it was the result of spending so much time around Victor Fitzgerald.

Victor always seemed untouchable—aloof and calculating, as if the world itself bent to his will.

That confidence had rubbed off on her, too.

Isadora curled her lips into a calm, unhurried smile. “Since you know I could get my hands on this evidence, you must also realize—whoever’s backing me could easily destroy you.”

Abbott’s face turned ashen, like a mirror shattering into pieces.

He prided himself on never leaving loose ends.

If someone had dug up this much illegal dirt on him, their reach and power must be formidable.

Abbott fell silent, glaring at Isadora. After a tense pause, he ground out through clenched teeth, “Didn’t expect you to have this kind of nerve. Rowena, you’ve outdone yourself.”

He shot a cold look at his assistant, who immediately got the message and rushed to the car to fetch a folder.

A moment later, Abbott’s eyes flashed with malice as he tossed a thick envelope onto the table.

Rowena snatched it up and opened it.

Wendy and Isadora leaned in.

Inside were photo after photo, all compromising—some in the bathroom, some at the edge of a bed, every angle imaginable.

Rowena recognized the perspectives instantly. Clearly, tiny cameras had been hidden all over her house back then.

She’d never even suspected.

Her eyes burned with tears, fury rising in her chest like a volcano ready to erupt. She screamed, “You bastard! You piece of trash! You disgusting excuse for a man!”

She couldn’t hold back—she lunged forward, aiming to slap him across the face.

Isadora and Wendy took turns comforting her, letting her cry it out until she began to calm down.

Just then, Nanette called—she’d returned to the city.

Isadora quickly filled her in on what had happened.

Nanette wasted no time. She booked a private room at a karaoke bar and told them all to come blow off some steam.

Half an hour later, Isadora and Rowena arrived at the karaoke lounge.

Nanette was already there, lounging on the couch, texting. A waiter was setting out bottles and a platter of fresh fruit.

Rowena hadn’t seen Nanette in ages—only glimpses on TV and social media.

Now, confronted with her old friend in person, Rowena felt a pang of insecurity. Both Isadora and Nanette radiated an effortless confidence she felt she could never match.

She hesitated, voice a little shy. “Nanette, it’s been a long time.”