Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 268

He rushed over the moment he heard what was happening, clearly eager to settle scores and put her in her place, with interest.

“Dad, what’s going on here? And you—how dare you show your face? The Vaughan Group doesn’t welcome your kind anymore.”

Isadora stood off to the side, quietly making a phone call.

She hung up and turned to Prescott, her voice cold and steady. “I’m here to tell you and your precious Richard that you’re finished. Get out of The Vaughan Group. All of you.”

Prescott’s face twisted with rage. “Isadora, have you lost your mind? What kind of sick joke is this? You think you can just waltz in here and take over the Vaughan Group? Dream on!”

A knock sounded at the office door.

Director Smith, head of The Vaughan Group’s legal department, stepped inside.

Isadora had already had the paperwork notarized before coming.

Director Smith surveyed the chaos in the office, then addressed the room. “President Vaughan, Vice President Vaughan—Miss Vaughan is now the majority shareholder of The Vaughan Group. She has the authority to remove you from your positions.”

Prescott’s headache, barely eased, flared up with renewed fury. He shouted, “Majority shareholder? Impossible!”

Isadora met his stare, unflinching. “Prescott, I’m just returning the favor. You told me to leave the Vaughan family, remember? Now it’s your turn. Get out.”

Magda clung to Richard, feeling as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her. She started to tremble.

She had endured humiliation for over twenty years, believing she was finally about to become the rightful lady of The Vaughan Group, that her son had finally been acknowledged. And now, in a single day, everything had changed.

The shock was too much—Magda fainted dead away.

Without her for support, Richard nearly collapsed as well.

Prescott hurried to their side. “Mom! Mom—!”

Isadora gave a cold, mocking laugh. “What a touching display.”

Security arrived moments later, ready to escort them out.

Eleanor pressed on. “Was it Victor who gave it to you?”

Isadora thought for a moment, her tone flat. “No.”

Eleanor, herself a woman who had seen the schemes of wealthy families, understood immediately. If Victor hadn’t given Isadora those shares, then it must have been someone from the Fitzgerald family. But why would the Fitzgeralds do that?

As she pieced it together, Eleanor’s eyes filled with tears.

“Isadora, if you did this for me… I don’t want you making deals on my behalf.”

Isadora set the sliced apple on a plate, her voice unreadable. “I didn’t do it for you. Victor and I were bound to part ways sooner or later. This just sped things up.”

Eleanor looked at her daughter’s unnaturally calm expression, her heart aching.

Her only child had never known a mother’s love; even now, grown up, her path in life and love was fraught with hardship.

“Even if you two are destined to part, I hope you do it on your own terms, not because you took something from someone else. If you cross that line, no amount of explanation will ever wash it clean.”