NovelUSAChapter 48 Before anyone could even set foot in the investment division, they had to clear a series of cutthroat rounds just to get in.
And once inside, the real tests began-multiple rounds of strict evaluation and assessment.
Only those who survived it all would finally earn The Fitzgerald Group's investment.
If Isadora really tried to go through the official application process, there was no way she'd make it in time, and even less chance she'd survive the selection.
Isadora considered her options for a long moment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen, quietly, she spoke: "Victor, you said before that you'd granta wish. Would that cover a four-billion- dollar investment?" "Isadora!" She straightened instinctively, almost snapping to attention. "I'm here." Well, well. She actually wanted to use that wish for money.
Clever girl.
That night, when she'd so casually said she'd be his woman... clearly, it meant nothing to her.
Victor's expression darkened, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You already used your wish." Isadora's eyes widened. "When?" Victor leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he murmured, "That night." His breath was warm, his words sending a shiver straight down her spine.
A flush crept up Isadora's neck as memories from that wild night surged to the surface.
He knew exactly how sensitive her ears were. That night, he'd teased her mercilessly, lips and teeth tracing her skin, leaving her breathless and undone. Isadora's voice faltered. "But that night... you never agreed to my wish." Victor looked at her, calm and composed, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he took in the color rising on her cheeks. "But you asked for it, didn't you?" Businessmen, she thought bitterly, always so cunning.
She bit her lip, eyes clouded with regret. If she'd known, she never would have blurted out that she'd be his woman.
"Isadora," Victor said softly, "when you ask for something-whether it's a favor or just gratitude-you need to show a little sincerity. Understand?" Isadora lifted her gaze, uncertain, meeting his eyes.
They were standing so close now she could see her own reflection in his pupils.
She blinked, flustered. "What kind of sincerity?" He grinned, lowering his gaze to hers. "For example... why not sleep withagain?" "Do you dare?" As he spoke, his voice turned low and heated, the kind of tone that left no room for misunderstanding.
Isadora stiffened, every nerve on edge, the fine hairs on her arms standing up.
"I-I don't want to." "But I do." "Why me?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor's arm slipped around her waist, pulling her firmly against him, his hand pressing against the curve of her body.
She tried to push him away, but it was useless. His presence was overwhelming his scent, his warmth, filling all her senses.
"I've told you before we're a perfect match. Or maybe I just like your body." She tensed, instinctively pressing her legs together.
"That night... it was just a mistake."
Victor's gaze traced her features-her delicate brows, her straight-nose, her flushed Nips darkening with every detail. "But didn't you say you wanted to be my woman?" Isadora stammered, her hands braced against his chest. "I—I...” He frowned. "Are you regretting it?"
His tone was deceptively light, but Isadora felt as if one wrong word would dost her everything. "No! No, I'm not." After all, he'd refused her that night-not the other way around.
But now, fully sober, she couldn't summon the sreckless courage to say she wanted to be his woman. Her voice shook. "That night, you said no, so..." Victor's words were soft, almost hypnotic. "Are you ready now?"
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