Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 300

Lately, rumors had been swirling through the industry about major upheavals at The Vaughan Group. While people had caught wind of some shakeups, the actual details remained murky.

Since being ousted from The Vaughan Group, Prescott and Richard’s lives had spiraled. They were struggling—bitter, angry, and more resentful of Isadora than ever.

Now that Isadora had forced them out and left them with nothing to lose, they were desperate—cornered animals with nothing but revenge on their minds.

Prescott had been plotting relentlessly, seeking any opportunity to watch Isadora’s management of The Vaughan Group unravel. And tonight’s industry conference was the perfect stage.

If he could just get The Vaughan Group expelled from the industry association, their reputation would take a fatal blow. Without that prestige, their business would slowly fade into obscurity.

It was a spiteful plan, one that would hurt everyone—including himself—but at this point, Prescott didn’t care. He wanted payback, and he wanted it now.

Isadora’s expression hardened. She nodded to her assistant, Janet. “Go get security—now,” she said coldly.

Janet hurried out, heels clicking against the marble floor.

Isadora faced Prescott, her voice icy. “I’m the largest shareholder in The Vaughan Group. I run this company. Who are you to shout accusations?”

Prescott, eyes wild and rimmed with red, leapt onto a table, drawing shocked gasps from the crowd.

“You stole those shares through deceit! Tonight, I want everyone to know just how ruthless you are. You’d betray your own father for power—tell us, Isadora, do you dare admit how you really got your stake in this company?”

Isadora glared at him, unamused. There was no way she could reveal the truth—that she had acquired the shares through a secret deal with Deanna. Saying so would only inflame the rumors and give people more reason to believe Prescott’s lies.

Prescott knew exactly how to corner her.

Seeing her pause, Prescott burst out laughing. “Look at her! She doesn’t even dare to explain herself. Someone like her—someone with no legitimacy—shouldn’t be running The Vaughan Group, let alone sitting at this table.”

Murmurs rippled through the room.