NovelFinishChapter 299 Victor couldn't help but laugh.
Funny, he thought she never remembered anything else he said this clearly.
But now, seeing the way her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, most of his irritation faded away.
His voice softened, laced with a lazy tenderness. "If you want to see him, go ahead. No one's going to stop you." Isadora's clear, bright gaze locked onto his, eyes wide and unblinking, as if she'd forgotten how to look away. Their eyes met-suddenly, unexpectedly.
Victor's gaze was dark and intense, fixed on her. In those fathomless eyes, the reflection of the woman he missed churned like restless tides, all the longing he'd kept buried now surging to the surface.
Under the heat of his stare, Isadora felt her heart skip and burn. Flustered, she quickly averted her eyes. Snapping back to herself, she stood up slowly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Thank you for lettingsee Pudding. I'll get going now." She didn't dare linger any longer. Turning on her heel, she hurried out the door.
Pudding watched Isadora's retreating figure, then glanced back at Victor, who stood in the warm glow of the lamp, his expression unreadable.
With a single, sharp bark, Pudding broke the silence.
Victor's lips curved into a faint, wry smile. His deep voice held a hint of resignation. "Go on, then." Isadora waited for the elevator, surprised to see Pudding trot after her.
Her eyes were still a little red, but she managed a small smile. "Be good, Pudding. Go back inside, okay? I'll cvisit you again soon." Whether or not Pudding understood, he stepped forward and gently licked the hem of her pants, then sat down by her feet, refusing to leave.
The elevator doors slid open. Isadora stepped inside, glancing back one last tat the apartment's open door. Warm, golden light spilled into the hallway.
Clutching her hands together, she took a deep breath and entered the elevator.
Pudding remained there, watching her until the doors closed.
Inside, Victor wandered over to the table, his long fingers picking up the dazzling sapphire necklace that had been left behind. Its cold brilliance seemed almost abandoned.
His eyes darkened, and a self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips.
* Isadora found one of the best private hospitals in Capitolion and scheduled her surgery in advance.
She'd picked a date that coincided with Nanette finishing up her work on set.
Despite what she'd told herself, Isadora wasn't as strong as she'd hoped. She didn't have the courage to walk into that sterile, icy operating room alone. Deep down, she hoped someone would be there to keep her company.
Once she'd set her mind to it, she tried not to dwell on it. Instead, she threw herself into her work each day.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat week, the Capitolion Mall Industry Association was holding its annual business conference.
Only the top mall-operating groups in Capitolion-those who were members of the association-had been invited.
There were massive shopping M centers Nuxury boutiques, multi-purpose complexes, and even sinternational chains. Though these companies were competitors, the conference was a rare chance to exchange ideas and spark innovation. The Vaughan Group, which Isadora managed, was a multi-purpose mall with relatively few luxury stores-solidly middle-tier in Capitolion's hierarchy.
Since taking over, Isadora had dreamed of steering the company in a new direction. But transformation required both significant capital and expert talent.
The successful launch of the Global Project should have been the perfect chance to expand and capture more of the international market. But NO Isadora was determined not to take any more investment from The Fitzgerald Group, so she'd put those plans on hold. For now, all she could do was focus on transforming the domestic business.
Seated in the audience, Isadora listened as one executive after m another shared their experiences from the stage-until an angry shout suddenly cut through the air. "Isadora! I'm the rightful heir of The Vaughan Group. What gives you the right to representat this conference?" It was Prescott's voice.
Isadora turned, startled to see him. She had no idea how he'd even gotten in.
He stood there, unfurling a bold red banner: "Isadora Vaughan gained control of The Vaughan Group through illegal means!" The room fell into stunned silence. The speaker on stage stopped mid-sentence, and all eyes turned to Isadora and Prescott.
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