NovelFinishChapter 269 Eleanor had seen it all before.
She understood exactly what was at stake.
Love, once tangled up with money or ambition, lost its purity. It was no better than Isadora staying with Victor just for the Fitzgerald Group's power and connections. And Eleanor couldn't bear the thought of her daughter being belittled like that.
"Isadora, I'd rather be thrown out of the Vaughan family with nothing to my nthan see you stoop for the Vaughan Group. Just give those shares back." "Mom." Isadora's voice was barely above a whisper.
It had been so long since Eleanor had heard her daughter call her "Mom." The word caught her off guard, and her eyes stung with tears she tried to hold back.
Isadora's voice wavered, almost lost in the quiet, and if you listened closely, you could hear the tremor in it.
"I suppose I'm not a good person, and I never really loved Victor all that much. That's why I could ever agree to treat him like part of a bargain. Someone likeisn't worth his affection." Eleanor let out a long, weary sigh.
* It was Kemp who told Isadora that Victor's flight was arriving today.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe drove straight to the airport.
The private terminal was right next to the busy main one, separated only by a row of trees and a high fence. Isadora arrived early, standing quietly in the shade of the covered walkway near the tarmac.
She hadn't told Victor she was coming.
She wanted to surprise him.
There was only one week left in their three-month arrangement, and she didn't want to let any regrets linger. All she wanted now was a little tto simply enjoy being together.
The weather in Capitolion was glorious today-crystal-clear skies that stretched on forever.
A gleaming A780 private jet rolled onto the runway and taxied to a stop.
The cabin door opened, and a tall, broad-shouldered man descended the stairs.
Several sharply dressed assistants followed, each wheeling a suitcase.
Mr. Fitzgerald strolled ahead, his posture easy, almost lazily confident.
He was still a little too far away for Isadora to make out his expression in the bright sunlight, but the air around him bristled with a careless arrogance that was all his own.
She raised her hand and waved in his direction.
Victor noticed the woman waiting not too far off.
She wore a flowing black dress and a cream-colored knit shawl draped over her shoulders. A hint of fair skin caught the sunlight above her low brown loafers-she wasn't wearing heels today, so she looked more petite than usual. She waved, a soft smile lighting up her features, disarmingly pure and gentle.
That sight hit Victor square in the chest.
Something in his eyes flickered. A small, slow smile curved his lips. He lengthened his stride, crossing the tarmac in a few quick, easy steps until he stood right before her.
Victor dipped his head, gazing at her with eyes that danced with amusement. His voice was low and teasing. "You're smiling like that just to seducethe moment I get back, aren't you?" Isadora looked up, meeting his almost-smiling, midnight-dark eyes.
"And what makes you think I'm trying to seduce you?" They'd been standing pretty far apart.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd with those oversized sunglasses, how could he possibly see her that clearly? Victor arched an eyebrow. "I can see everything perfectly from here." Isadora blinked, taken aback.
Before she could react, Victor took her hand and pressed it firmly against his chest, right over his heart.
The steady, powerful thump of his heartbeat seemed to echo through her palm sending a flush all the way up her arm. It had been nearly a week since she'd last seen him.
That warmth-so real, so close-left her a little dizzy and breathless.
Just then, Kemp and the other assistants caught up, all in crisp suits.
Isadora's cheeks warmed. She quickly slipped her hand away, not quite used to such intimacy in public-especially in front of Victor's staff.
Victor caught her eye, an amused glint in his gaze, and, and turned awayn with a casualáir, issuing a few brief instructions to his team. Kemp nodded and led the others off in a different direction.
Once they were gone, Victor looked back at Isadora, who was pretending to study her shoes.
His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he stepped forward and gently took her hand in his.
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