NovelUSAChapter 62 Isadora, you're getting bolder by the day.
Well, well. Impressive.
She'd actually gone behind his back to approach Victor from The Fitzgerald Group -using that move to push back at him, to force him to give ground.
Excellent.
So excellent that Magnus had to admit it, even if through gritted teeth.
This time, Isadora had truly gotten under his skin.
Magnus reached into his pocket, intending to call her. He started punching in her number-then abruptly remembered that she'd deleted his contact last week.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe frustration and anger in his chest only grew, burning hotter. He yanked at the perfectly knotted black tie around his neck in irritation.
"Lean. Handyour phone." "Mr. Wainwright?" Lean blinked. Why the sudden need for his phone? Magnus's voice went cold as ice. "Did you leave your ears at hthis morning? I said, giveyour phone." That chilling tone was enough to make Lean think twice about asking questions. He quickly unlocked his phone and handed it over, not daring to ask what Magnus needed it for.
Magnus took the phone, his fingers moving smoothly over the screen as he dialed Isadora's number.
He hadn't memorized it on purpose. In fact, he'd never bothered to save her n-she used to call him so often, the number was seared into his memory whether he liked it or not.
The phone rang.
At that moment, Isadora was making her way back to her office. She'd just wrapped up the contract signing; technically, the reception still had one more agenda item left. They were supposed to transfer 10% of The Vaughan Group's shares to Pearl-a move everyone had been waiting for. The transfer agreement was already prepared.
But Richard seemed eager to drop the subject, ending the event early and personally escorting Director Dawson and the other representatives from The Fitzgerald Group out.
As Isadora glanced at her phone and saw the caller ID, she paused mid-step.
She knew Lean was one of Magnus's closest aides. Which meant the call had everything to do with Magnus.
She didn't really want to answer. But then again, Lean was one of the few people at Wainwright Holdings who actually saw her as Magnus's girlfriend.
While she hesitated, torn between answering and letting it ring out, the insistent ringtone seemed to bore through her skull.
Without meaning to, her finger swiped across the screen, connecting the call.
Just then, her assistant Japproached, holding out a file for Isadora to sign.
"Ms. Vaughan, the 800 million investment from The Fitzgerald Group should cin any day now. President Vaughan needs you to confirm the Global Project budget first." Janet's words carried clearly over the line-to Magnus.
He let out a cold, mirthless laugh. His already icy expression seemed to freeze over completely.
"You've really outdone yourself, Isadora." The familiar, razor-sharp chill of his voice made it clear-Magnus was furious.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIsadora took one listen and didn't bother to hide her impatience. "We have nothing to talk about." With that, she hung up.
Magnus stared at the phone, now a black void.
His jaw clenched, eyes dark with fury. He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth, then-unable to contain himself-hurled the phone at the car floor. It shattered, pieces scattering across the interior in a spray of color. Lean hadn't even had tto react. He stared in shock at the carnage-his brand-new iPhone 16 Pro Max, now a mosaic of broken glass.
"Mr. Wainwright... that was my phone." "I'll buy you a new one," Magnus ground out. "No-ten!" Lean felt a chill creep down his spine. He suspected Magnus didn't actually mean to buy him ten new phones, but rather to break his phone ten more times.
Meanwhile, Isadora returned to her office, settling onto the couch with a glass of water. As she sipped, something occurred to her. She picked up her own phone.
Before the reception, she'd messaged Victor:
"Is it possible to makethe required signatory on The Fitzgerald ve Group's investment deal?" She'd expected Victor to ask why.
Instead, he'd replied almost instantly: "OK." Isadora found herself tracing the two letters with her fingertip, a gentle smile
blooming on her lips-so soft and radiant that she didn't even notice its glow reflected in the window beside her.
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