Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 56

So now she was the troublemaker?

But the sad truth was, this always worked on Eleanor.

Eleanor frowned and immediately stepped forward to defend Pearl.

“Isadora, you can’t speak to Pearl like that,” she scolded. “I know you feel jealous, but this time the credit goes to Pearl. It’s your own fault for not trying hard enough. You still haven’t apologized to Magnus—do you really think you’re so special? If you keep this up, you’ll push him away for good.”

A crowd had started to gather, employees forming a small circle, hungry for drama.

A few gossipy staff whispered among themselves:

“Looks like there’s an eighty percent chance Pearl will be the next head of the Vaughan Group.”

“No kidding. When Isadora joined the company three years ago, she was just another regular hire, same as us. But the moment Pearl set foot here, it was obvious she was the Vaughan family’s golden girl. With that kind of backing, she can do whatever she wants—President Vaughan and Mrs. Vaughan dote on her.”

“You’re right. And now Pearl’s landed the Fitzgerald Group investment—they say she’s joining the company soon, President Vaughan’s planning to make her a director.”

Isadora’s face gave nothing away, but inside, a chill was spreading.

She used to be proud—arrogant, even.

Every time she fought with Pearl, it stung to see Eleanor blindly take Pearl’s side.

She’d scoff, turn on her heel, and walk away.

No matter how many times she told herself she didn’t care who Eleanor supported, or whether Eleanor loved her at all, it always hurt like hell.

But she’d never let herself show it. Pride wouldn’t allow her.

Over time, every argument ended the same way: Eleanor blamed her, assuming she was just picking fights with Pearl for no reason.

Now, Isadora realized pride was worthless.

Storming off might look cool, but it never solved anything.

It only made Pearl more smug.

He stopped, grinning, and looked back at Isadora.

“Ms. Vaughan, is there something you need?”

Isadora arched a lazy eyebrow, her tone casual. “You’re pretty sharp, Ableson. No wonder you made it to senior assistant at the Vaughan Group.”

He laughed nervously. “You flatter me, Ms. Vaughan. Would you care to join us in the meeting room?”

He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Honestly, he hadn’t planned to invite Isadora to this meeting. But the way she spoke—soft as it was—carried an unmistakable hint of menace. It wasn’t really a request.

Isadora’s icy gaze swept over him. As if granting him a favor, she strode toward the conference room in her heels.

Just before she entered the banquet hall, Isadora pulled out her phone and sent Victor a message.

A moment later, a sly, dangerous smile curved at the corner of her lips as she headed inside.