NovelUSAChapter 210 Hearing those words, Isadora let out a cold laugh inside.
All this time, she had thought Victor felt something different for her.
Maybe he didn't love her. But perhaps, she'd hoped, he liked her at least a little.
So it turned out, everything he'd done for her lately was simply because it pleased him.
To him, she had always been just a game.
Of course. Wasn't that how she'd seen it at the start, too? So why had she let herself get caught up in it? Isadora turned her face away, a bitter ache rising in her chest until it stung behind her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What's wrong? Having second thoughts?" Victor was angry-furious at how she always seemed to be pushing him away.
It felt like someone had stabbed a blade straight through his chest, leaving him raw and bleeding.
The more it hurt, the more he wanted her to know: She could only ever belong to him.
"Isadora, when you ctofor a spot at M Boutique, you must have known this day would come." Isadora bit her lip, eyes burning, but forced herself to stay calm.
She took a shaky breath. "I know the rules of the game, Mr. Fitzgerald. You don't need to remind me." Victor leaned in, whispering against her ear with the intimacy of a devoted lover, his low, husky voice grazing her skin.
"So remember-if we ever break up, it'll be on my terms." Even angry, Isadora's body betrayed her, shivering at his touch.
"Are you finished? Because I have work to do." The next second, Victor let go of her hand with careless indifference.
Isadora quickly grabbed the door handle and flung the car door open.
Behind her, his deep, velvet voice drifted over: "Be at Summit Crest Estates tonight. Don't makewait." Before she could reply, the car door slammed shut, cutting them off.
She stood for a moment beside the limited-edition Rolls-Royce, the wind tugging at her skirt and tossing strands of hair across her face. Somewhere in her eyes, a single crystal tear vanished into the evening air.
* By the tIsadora took the elevator up to Seafarer Designs, Rowena had already returned, a sheaf of sketches in hand.
She looked defeated, nothing left of her usual morning confidence.
Wendy stood by, fidgeting, her gaze darting everywhere but at Isadora.
Isadora walked over, feeling like she'd just cthrough a war, and said flatly, "I am that unlucky fiancée of Magnus, but it's over now." Wendy realized she'd been caught eavesdropping and blurted out in a whisper, "I'm sorry, Isadora. I promise, no more gossiping." Rowena looked up at the sound, "What are you two talking about?" Isadora had already composed herself on her way up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"It's nothing. How did your meeting go today?" Rowena slumped even lower.
"Isadora, I think you should pull your investment. I don't want to drag you down. I'm a jinx-firsth@divorce wiped out everything the Blaine family had, and now I can't even get my career off the ground." Isadora pulled up a chair beside her.
"I just got here and you're already trying to kickout? That's not fair, Rowena. Besides wareholder now. Whatever happens to Seafarer Designs, I'm in it with you."
Wendy couldn't hold back. "Boss worked so hard to get the Horizon Architects project, but the big firm's e went straight to the finals. Seafarer Designs is in such bad shape, we don't even qualify to compete with Capitolion's smallest studios." Rowena's shoulders sagged further at that.
Wendy stuck out her tongue, scrambling to fix it, "Boss, don't worry! Isadora will figure something out!" In the next second, both women looked at Isadora with hopeful eyes.
Isadora felt a headache coming on.
You really know how to puton the spot.
That evening, as she drove home, Isadora found herself instinctively heading toward Brocade Heights.
Her phone buzzed suddenly from the passenger seat a text lighting up the screen: "Summit Crest Estates. Waiting for you."
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