Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 329

Scales let out a scoff, glaring at Finley with a taunting edge to his voice. “Alright, you brave enough for this?”

Finley shot back a lazy grin, utterly unfazed. “What’s there to be afraid of?”

It’s just a few layers of clothing, after all.

He lounged back and turned to Nanette, his tone dripping with mischief. “Want to see me strip?”

Isadora, standing off to the side, couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that.

Nanette frowned, clearly unimpressed. “Spare me. I don’t want to see either of you take anything off.”

Watching Finley shamelessly flirt with Nanette right in front of him only soured Scales’ mood even more.

He snapped, “If we’re doing this, let’s get on with it. Quit stalling.”

Then he shot Isadora a look. “You’re the judge for both of us.”

One of the other women piped up in protest, her voice low and sulky. “Why does she get to be the judge?”

Finley just arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Because she used to be both of our sisters-in-law. That’s about as fair as it gets.”

Isadora: “…”

Well, she couldn’t argue with that logic.

So, under the watchful gaze of the group, Isadora took up the role of referee and started dealing the cards.

Round one.

Isadora dealt, the guys flipped their hands.

Scales lost.

Scowling, Scales pushed himself up from his seat. “Isadora, you’re getting back at me, aren’t you?”

Isadora’s face was unreadable. “Didn’t you appoint me as judge? What, you think I’m out for revenge because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut earlier?”

Scales grit his teeth, yanked off his expensive watch, and tossed it onto the table.

Round two.

Scales lost. Again.

He stared at his cards and muttered, “Damn it!”

The women around them started catcalling and egging him on.

“Looks like you’re out of accessories! Come on, time to lose some clothes!”

These women were relentless.

Isadora just stared at him in disbelief.

Was this just some unstoppable male competitiveness?

Round three.

Isadora, rolling her eyes, secretly rigged the cards as she dealt.

Finally, Finley lost.

He looked down at his hand, a sly smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

He rose and crossed the room to Nanette, step by deliberate step.

As he drew closer, Nanette’s brow furrowed in suspicion. “Why are you coming over here?”

“To take my shirt off.”

She shot him a glare. “And you have to do that right in front of me? What is wrong with you?”

Finley looked down at her, voice low and commanding. “I want you to be the first to see.”

With that, he reached for the buttons of his shirt, his striking eyes never leaving her face.