EuropeNovelChapter 134 Victor's eyes turned cold, his brows furrowing as a storm brewed in his gaze.
"Magnus, you really just compared Isadora-who's loved you for five years to a pair of shoes? Honestly, you're a real piece of work." Magnus hadn't meant to say any of this. But the moment he thought about Isadora being with Victor, he completely lost control.
"Victor, you don't love her. If you just want to have sfun with a woman, there are plenty of women in Capitolion. Why go after her?" Victor let out a low, contemptuous laugh. "Oh, are you a mind reader now? How could you possibly know how I feel about her?" Magnus froze at those words.
He turned, locking eyes with Victor's unreadable but strangely meaningful stare, and for a moment, all his arguments evaporated. He didn't even notice when the finance summit ended.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVictor stood, straightening his suit jacket and shirt with a measured calm. He swept Magnus with a look so cold and imperious, it was the kind of disdain only a king could muster.
"Letremind you, Magnus: Isadora broke up with you. I don't care about her past. If you couldn't cherish her, someone else will treat her like she's the most precious thing in the world." For someone as sharp as Magnus, the meaning behind Victor's words was impossible to miss a man's feelings for a woman, plain as day.
For the first time, fear crept into Magnus's heart. He could sense that something had truly slipped away from him.
No, he tried to convince himself. Even if Victor has fallen for Isadora, there's no way she could love him back. Magnus clung to the belief that their five years together meant something that their bond was unbreakable.
Isadora spent several days in the hospital, being pampered like an invalid.
Victor had even arranged for a seasoned housekeeper to look after her. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought she was recovering from something much more serious.
That afternoon, after a routine checkup, Isadora returned to her room and found a tall, striking man in a white doctor's coat waiting by the door.
Finley gave her a quick, subtle once-over before flashing a friendly smile.
"Hi, I'm Finley." He'd already heard the story of how Victor had carried her all the way into the hospital that night. It looked like Victor-the city's golden boy-had finally met his match.
Isadora was sure she'd never seen this man before.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe went on, "I'm the chief medical director here, and... also an old friend of Victor's." "Nice to meet you," Isadora replied. "I'm Isadora." "Who would have thought we'd meet like this? Oh, and I almost forgot-I was out in the West End the other day too." The West End? A blush rushed to Isadora's cheeks as she remembered her first encounter with Victor-the night she'd been drugged.
She stumbled over her words, "R-really?" Finley grinned. "No need to be nervous. Victor and I have known each other since we were kids, but you're the first woman I've ever seen by his side." The first? Then who was the woman in that photo on Victor's desk? A voice called from down the hall-"Director Pembroke!"
Finley gave her a conspiratorial wink.
"Alright, little Isadora, let's get m Isadora, let's. together another time. And don't tell Victor I cby."
As he turned to leave, Isadora blurted out, "Dr. Pembroke, do you oke, do you known about the photo in Victor's office? There's a girl in it-who is she?" He could tell she hadn't figured it out yet. Amusement danced in Finley's eyes.
"Why don't you go take a closer look at the photo next time? When you do, you'll understand." With that, he was gone, leaving Isadora even more confused than before.
During her stay at the hospital, Isadora called in sick at work, using ΟΠ her hospitalization as an excuse. Of course, it was only a matter of tbefore word got back to the Vaughan family.
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