Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 130

The bald man’s face drained of color the moment he heard the number: five million dollars.

He didn’t know why, but somehow, he just knew this man would make good on his word.

God, five million! He’d never earn that much—not even if he drove trucks for the rest of his life.

Just then, several police cruisers came roaring up with sirens blaring, pulling to a stop along the curb.

Doors swung open in quick succession, and over a dozen officers in crisp uniforms stepped out briskly.

Leading the group was Director Lawson, the chief of the Capitolion Police Department.

For this many officers to show up, anyone would think a major incident had just occurred.

Director Lawson barely waited for the car to stop before hurrying over. The minute he caught sight of Victor, he bowed slightly in deference.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, I apologize for being late. As soon as we got your call, we rushed over as fast as we could.”

He prayed Victor wouldn’t hold it against them.

Victor’s expression was unreadable. “Handle things here.”

Without another word, he bent down, slipped an arm beneath Isadora’s knees, and scooped her up in full view of everyone.

Suddenly weightless, Isadora was enveloped by the man’s strong presence; his scent and warmth pressed in all around her.

Her head was still spinning and she felt too weak to protest, so she could only lean against him, exhausted.

The officers had only been told by their superiors to respond to a traffic accident.

No one had expected such a minor incident—no casualties, barely any damage.

And yet, here was Director Lawson treating this laid-back young man with the utmost respect.

Clearly, this man was someone important.

And clearly, he cared deeply for the woman in his arms.

Director Lawson, seasoned as he was, kept his composure.