Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 297

Isadora couldn’t help but raise her voice in protest.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, you’re the one who bought all this stuff!”

Victor let out a low, dismissive chuckle. “It was pretty expensive. Make sure you leave me the bill.”

“Victor!” Isadora called his name, exasperation slipping into her tone.

She stood up, jaw clenched.

“Fine. I’ll go pack it up myself, and we’ll settle up later.”

She hung up.

Isadora pulled off her pajamas and changed into a plain white tee and a pair of jeans, tossing a mid-length brown coat over her shoulders—a look that was crisp and no-nonsense.

She hailed a cab and headed straight for Summit Crest Estates.

Half an hour later,

She stepped out of the taxi and took the elevator up to the 66th floor.

The elevator chimed softly as the doors slid open.

Isadora walked out slowly.

Every chandelier in the living room blazed with warm, golden light.

Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the city’s neon lights shimmered like scattered stars, their reflections dancing across the glass.

The living room was empty. The penthouse was so vast, it felt eerily silent.

She stood at the entrance, hesitating.

After a moment, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from down the hall.

Step by step—

Isadora looked up to see a tall, broad-shouldered man emerge from one of the rooms, moving with a casual, unconcerned air.

He was still dressed exactly as he’d been at The Fitzgerald Group earlier that day: a hand-tailored Italian black shirt and suit trousers.

Only the setting had changed.

Here, in his own home, the sharp severity he’d worn all day had faded. In its place, there was something darker—something dangerous.

Victor walked straight to the bar.

He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, uncorked it, and poured himself a generous glass.

He tossed it back in one swift motion, the sound of his throat working strangely alluring in the quiet room. His dark eyes fixed unflinchingly on Isadora where she stood by the door.

Breaking the silence, she spoke first.