Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 36

Hackett mulled it over for a moment, then gently reminded him, “Mr. Wainwright, our company’s Southside project is underway right now and requires a significant cash flow. I’m afraid we’ll need to allocate that five billion to it.”

Magnus shot him a frosty glance. “Do I need your permission to move five billion dollars now?”

Hackett broke out in a cold sweat at that word—“permission.”

He scrambled to explain, “It’s not that we can’t come up with the money, sir, it’s just that the Southside development district—”

Magnus’s patience had been thin lately, and his temper even thinner.

“I’m your boss. Your job as my subordinate is to solve problems, not create them. Understand?”

Hackett nodded hastily. “Understood, Mr. Wainwright. When do you need the funds made available?”

Magnus drummed his fingers twice on the desk, still holding his phone. “This week.”

“Of course, I’ll get on it right away.”

After Hackett hurried out, Lean couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Wainwright, may I ask what the funds are for?”

This wasn’t some petty sum, after all. The Southside development was one of Wainwright Holdings’ key investments this year. For Magnus to divert such a large chunk of liquid capital—well, it had to be something serious.

Lean had been with Magnus for years. He was more than an assistant; he was trusted.

Magnus’s voice carried a barely perceptible note of irritation. “The Vaughan Group’s global venture is running short on cash. Isadora will be here in a few days to ask me for help.”

He let out a cold chuckle. “Fine, let her come and beg a little. If she apologizes and promises to cut out the drama, I’ll fund her family’s project.”

Lean blinked in surprise. So this was all about Miss Isadora.

Magnus and Isadora had been together five years. Isadora had never given him the silent treatment for more than a week, and now it was almost two. Things really had gotten serious.

Magnus sneered, “Tell me, are all women like this? Playing breakup games, blocking numbers, all those push-and-pull tricks just to get a reaction out of a man.”

Last night, Isadora hadn’t come to pick him up from the club like she usually did. But Magnus figured it was just another one of her high-level tactics to get his attention or force him to compromise.

“She’s my fiancée. If I didn’t care about her, why would I marry her?” Magnus replied flatly. “But when she acts out, it really gets on my nerves.”

Magnus clearly didn’t want to continue the conversation. He had no interest in dealing with emotional outbursts. For him, what mattered most in a girlfriend—or a wife—was stability, empathy, and understanding.

If Isadora kept acting this way… he might just let her go.

“Remember,” he said, “if she comes looking for me in the next few days, send her straight up to my office.”

“Oh, and has the Northmarch bridal designer arrived yet?”

“I thought you canceled that appointment, sir?”

Magnus gave a cold smile. “Lean, just because I canceled once doesn’t mean you shouldn’t reschedule. Do I have to spell out everything for you?”

Lean could only nod, speechless.