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Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 292
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Chapter 295 Isadora lowered her gaze, her voice tinged with impatience. "There are plenty of women lining up to have dinner with Mr. Fitzgerald. Isn't Ms. Laverne always eager to keep you company? You certainly don't need me." Victor had been simmering with irritation, but her words made his eyes flicker. He studied Isadora, his gaze dark and searching, lingering on her face.

He lounged back on the couch, arm draped carelessly along the side, and let out a short, amused laugh. "Oh? Is President Vaughan actually... jealous?" Isadora pressed her lips together, her expression cool and unreadable. "Not at all. Mr. Fitzgerald and I are practically strangers. I'm here on behalf of Vaughan Group to deliver our report on the Global Project-nothing more." Victor's mouth curled into a faint, mocking smile.

Of course.

This woman-jealous? As if she had a heart to feel such things.

Just then, Victor's phone rang, cutting through the tension in the room.

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He glanced at the screen, then answered.

On the other end, Deanna's familiar voice cthrough. "Darling, President Lennox from LS Capital Holdings will be visiting Capitolion in a few days. Our families will be meeting up, so make sure you clear your schedule." Seated across the room, Isadora immediately recognized Mrs. Fitzgerald's voice.

She instinctively straightened in her seat.

LS Capital Holdings.

She remembered now that was the family the Fitzgeralds were planning to form an alliance with, maybe even by marriage.

So it was official now. They were really in talks for an engagement....

The thought made the nausea she'd just managed to suppress crushing back.

Victor, half-lidded eyes dark and inscrutable, shot Isadora a sidelong glance.

She sat there, head bowed, face blank.

His voice was devoid of emotion as he replied, "Alright." Once he ended the call, Isadora rose to her feet.

Her tone was icy. "Mr. Fitzgerald, Vaughan Group will send over a detailed report on the Global Project for your team's review. I won't take up any more of your time." She didn't wait for a response. Without a backward glance, she turned and strode out of his office.

Down in the Fitzgerald Group's main lobby, two vice presidents were waiting for her.

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As soon as they spotted her, they rushed over, concern in their voices. "President Vaughan, was Mr. Fitzgerald satisfied with our plans for the next quarter of the Global Project?" Isadora walked briskly toward the parking lot. "Send someone to print out a hard copy of the Global Project proposal and deliver it to the Fitzgerald Group." One of the vice presidents looked startled. "Wait, what?" He hesitated before continuing, "President Vaughan, this was such a good opportunity-why didn't you discuss the plan with Mr. Fitzgerald in person? If he's happy with our work, he might even agree to invest more."

The other vice president quickly chimed in. "Exactly. The GlobalProject is our gateway into the US and European markets. If we can expand further, Vaughan Group's market share will skyrocket."

Isadora stopped in her tracks, turning to fix them with a sha sharp steely look.

"Can't we stand on our own? Or do we have to grovel for the Fitzgerald Group's approval?" With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving them speechless. The two vice presidents exchanged bewildered glances.

"What's gotten into President Vaughan? Isn't seeking investment in business perfectly normal? She made it sound like we were begging. There are plenty of people who'd love the chance to work with the Fitzgerald Group." "Maybe she just doesn't want to owe them any favors," the other said quietly. "That's probably why she's so against it." Night fell, neon lights glittering across the city as the nightlife began to stir.

Isadora sat alone at home, arms wrapped around herself on the couch, gazing out at the city lights beyond her balcony.

Her eyes drifted from the distant skyline to a battered ultrasound report on the coffee table.

It was obvious the paper had been folded and unfolded many times, the corners creased and worn.

She'd been so shocked at the hospital when she learned she was pregnant, she hadn't even looked at the report. Tonight, for the first time, she read through it-again and again.