Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 299

Victor couldn’t help but laugh.

Funny, he thought—she never remembered anything else he said this clearly.

But now, seeing the way her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, most of his irritation faded away.

His voice softened, laced with a lazy tenderness. “If you want to see him, go ahead. No one’s going to stop you.”

Isadora’s clear, bright gaze locked onto his, eyes wide and unblinking, as if she’d forgotten how to look away.

Their eyes met—suddenly, unexpectedly.

Victor’s gaze was dark and intense, fixed on her. In those fathomless eyes, the reflection of the woman he missed churned like restless tides, all the longing he’d kept buried now surging to the surface.

Under the heat of his stare, Isadora felt her heart skip and burn. Flustered, she quickly averted her eyes.

Snapping back to herself, she stood up slowly.

“Thank you for letting me see Pudding. I’ll get going now.”

She didn’t dare linger any longer. Turning on her heel, she hurried out the door.

Pudding watched Isadora’s retreating figure, then glanced back at Victor, who stood in the warm glow of the lamp, his expression unreadable.

With a single, sharp bark, Pudding broke the silence.

Victor’s lips curved into a faint, wry smile. His deep voice held a hint of resignation. “Go on, then.”

Isadora waited for the elevator, surprised to see Pudding trot after her.

Her eyes were still a little red, but she managed a small smile. “Be good, Pudding. Go back inside, okay? I’ll come visit you again soon.”

Whether or not Pudding understood, he stepped forward and gently licked the hem of her pants, then sat down by her feet, refusing to leave.

The elevator doors slid open. Isadora stepped inside, glancing back one last time at the apartment’s open door.

Warm, golden light spilled into the hallway.

The Vaughan Group, which Isadora managed, was a multi-purpose mall with relatively few luxury stores—solidly middle-tier in Capitolion’s hierarchy.

Since taking over, Isadora had dreamed of steering the company in a new direction. But transformation required both significant capital and expert talent.

The successful launch of the Global Project should have been the perfect chance to expand and capture more of the international market. But Isadora was determined not to take any more investment from The Fitzgerald Group, so she’d put those plans on hold. For now, all she could do was focus on transforming the domestic business.

Seated in the audience, Isadora listened as one executive after another shared their experiences from the stage—until an angry shout suddenly cut through the air.

“Isadora! I’m the rightful heir of The Vaughan Group. What gives you the right to represent me at this conference?”

It was Prescott’s voice.

Isadora turned, startled to see him. She had no idea how he’d even gotten in.

He stood there, unfurling a bold red banner: “Isadora Vaughan gained control of The Vaughan Group through illegal means!”

The room fell into stunned silence. The speaker on stage stopped mid-sentence, and all eyes turned to Isadora and Prescott.