Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 266

Isadora already owned 30% of The Vaughan Group.

Now, with the additional 30% Deanna had just handed her, she was about to become the company’s largest shareholder.

That meant she could finally force Richard and his family out.

But Isadora understood exactly what this meant for her.

She nodded stiffly, feeling her heart swell and ache as if it were soaked in acid, her limbs tingling with numbness.

She knew what she was about to lose.

Deanna called someone to bring the lawyers and the paperwork.

She looked at Isadora with a cool smile. “Miss Vaughan, you’re impressive. Not many people could get my grandson to care the way he does.”

“But I told you before—there is absolutely no way you’ll ever set foot in the Fitzgerald family. Compared to walking away from Victor with nothing, at least you were smart enough to make the right choice.”

Isadora clenched her jaw, wanting to explain, but the words felt hollow.

“I have an agreement with Victor. I’ll leave when the time comes.”

Deanna’s lips curled in a cold, threatening smile. “Good. I hope you keep your word. Because if you don’t, I can’t say what I might do.”

The lawyers arrived.

Before long, all three of them had signed the documents.

Isadora’s hand shook as she signed, but she forced her name onto the line.

Deanna took a sip of her tea, then asked lightly, “Miss Vaughan, what exactly do you feel for Victor?”

Isadora had made her choice; there was no turning back now.

She was never going to be part of the Fitzgerald family.

Whether she loved him or not didn’t matter anymore.

Looking at the transfer agreement, Isadora let out a bitter laugh. “That’s why I decided to walk away with a huge severance check before I go. At least I’m not leaving empty-handed.”

*

Isadora drove straight to The Vaughan Group.

Thanks to her previous position, no one tried to stop her.

She went straight up to Richard’s office.

Without knocking, she pushed open the door.

Inside, she found a woman in her forties—stylishly dressed and still quite attractive—perched on Richard’s lap.

She was feeding Richard with a spoon, but at the sound of the door, she jerked in surprise, dropping the spoon into the bowl with a sharp clatter.

Richard frowned. “Barging in without knocking—didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?”