Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 405

Isadora found herself thinking of Victor.

All the memories of these past months with him surfaced—his arrogance, his devil-may-care attitude, the way he seemed so effortlessly in control of everything. And yet, for all his confidence and charm, he could be surprisingly gentle and, in his own way, possessive—especially when it came to her.

A smile tugged at Isadora's lips. "He's the kind of man who makes me feel truly safe."

Nicol grinned. "Sounds like President Vaughan's boyfriend is quite the catch! So, how did you two meet?"

Isadora kept it simple. "He saved me."

Nicol's eyes widened. "He saved you? That sounds like a story—no wonder you feel safe with him! Can you tell us a bit about what he's like day-to-day?"

Isadora laughed lightly. "Well, he can get on my nerves sometimes, but most of the time, he's incredibly gentle."

The audience buzzed with excitement: "Gentle! Makes you feel safe! Isn't she talking about The Fawcett Group's Terrell Fawcett?"

Another voice chimed in, "Terrell is the perfect fit! He's got that effortless charm—so dashing and composed!"

Someone else called out, "This is so sweet! Just get together already!"

Nicol, picking up on the crowd's energy, teased, "So, it looks like everyone's already figured out who Isadora's mystery man is, haven't you?"

Suddenly, the cameras cut to a man standing among the crowd.

Terrell stood there in a sleek silver-gray suit, exuding a refined, gentlemanly aura.

Nicol's eyes lit up instantly. "Who would've thought Mr. Fawcett from The Fawcett Group would grace us with his presence tonight? Maybe he just wanted to make sure President Vaughan didn't have to face the interview alone—how thoughtful! We're all a little jealous right now!"

The audience erupted into delighted squeals.

"Make it official! Make it official!"

"Get married already!"

A soft knock sounded at the door.

From inside, Victor's deep, relaxed voice called out, "Come in."

Kemp, his right-hand man, opened the door and gestured for the Group's Vice President of Public Relations, Rankin, to enter.

Rankin had been summoned by Kemp that morning—never a casual occurrence. As the head of global PR, he knew something big must be happening.

He stepped inside and approached the massive desk, meeting Victor's piercing gaze with utmost respect. "Mr. Fitzgerald, is there something I can do for you?"

Victor carefully set the photo frame back on his desk, his tone low and unhurried. "The Fitzgerald Group will be making a global announcement on our website today."

Hearing the details, Rankin could barely contain his shock. He stammered, "Mr. Fitzgerald, are you saying… you want to announce… your marriage to Isadora Vaughan of The Vaughan Group?!"

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Forgive me for saying this, sir, but your marriage doesn't just affect the company's internal affairs—it could have a huge impact on the entire market. I strongly suggest calling a board meeting before making this public…"