Isadora set her phone down, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure standing by the marble dining table.
She thought it was Victor—her eyes lit up in anticipation.
But when she looked up, it was someone she had absolutely no desire to see.
Instantly, Isadora’s warm expression vanished, replaced by a frosty indifference.
Elise stood there in a custom white dress, her long hair perfectly styled, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her voice was cold and accusing: “Isadora, what are you doing here?”
Magnus’s Sky Dining membership card was with her—how had Isadora gotten in?
Isadora arched a brow at Elise’s questioning, unwilling to let this petty intrusion ruin her mood tonight.
She leaned back lazily in her chair, unbothered.
“Do I need your permission to be anywhere, Elise?” she replied, her tone bored.
Elise’s face turned an ugly shade of red, the alcohol in her system making her look even more disheveled and unhinged.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Isadora. The whole M Boutique situation—did you go to Magnus and tell him not to help me?”
“I really didn’t expect you to be so conniving. You always act so high and mighty, but in reality, you’re just jealous of me, going behind my back like this. I completely underestimated you.”
Isadora couldn’t help but laugh—loud and clear.
Seriously? She had already caught this pair red-handed, yet Elise still wanted to shift the blame onto her?
As if she’d go begging Magnus for anything. And even if she had—so what? Elise could do whatever she pleased, but Isadora was supposed to just stand aside and watch?
Typical—some people could dish it out but couldn’t take it.
Especially girls like Elise, who always put on a show.
Still, looking at her now—flushed and flustered—Isadora had to admit, it was oddly satisfying.
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It takes too long to get to the point. Too much unnecessary in between in all of these books. Too many extra characters, the authors lose the plot after a while....