Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 328

Nanette’s face darkened the moment she saw him walk in.

“What are you doing here?!”

Scales strolled in like he owned the place, dressed in a blue shirt and black slacks, his swagger impossible to miss.

“I heard today’s your birthday. Not inviting me? That’s a little cold, don’t you think?”

Nanette rolled her eyes. “Why would I invite you? My birthday has nothing to do with you. I’ve told you a hundred times—I’m not interested. Now get lost.”

Scales was already tipsy, the alcohol giving him a little too much confidence tonight. He’d been chasing after Nanette for nearly six months now, and she had never once given him the satisfaction of a smile. Not even a sliver of dignity. Well, if being nice wasn’t working, maybe it was time to switch tactics.

Women were all the same, weren’t they? Always saying no when they really meant yes.

Standing off to the side, Isadora frowned as soon as she saw Scales. Back when she was still with Magnus, Scales had always been the one friend she couldn’t stand—arrogant, a shameless flirt, and always quick with a biting remark, especially directed at her.

Scales caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Well, look who’s here—Isadora. Heard you dumped my buddy Magnus and set your sights on Mr. Fitzgerald. That true?”

Isadora glared at him. “Does it matter to you?”

Scales sauntered over and hooked his finger under the chin of a pretty woman standing nearby, making her blush and look away.

“I just think it’s a damn shame for Magnus. You chased after him so desperately back in the day, and now you’re running off to someone else. Doesn’t Mr. Fitzgerald mind being your rebound? Honestly, you should get back with Magnus while there’s still a shred of feeling left.”

His words were cutting—humiliating, especially with so many women present, all eagerly lapping up the drama.

Nanette was livid. It was her birthday, and this jerk was determined to ruin it.

Isadora, her patience at its limit, grabbed a glass of water from the table, fully prepared to toss it in Scales’ smug face, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Finley stood in the doorway, arms folded, leaning casually against the frame.

“Did I miss the opening act, or is the show just getting started?”