EuropeNovelChapter 53 In the end, it was Victor who drove Isadora home.
Pudding, their fluffy little dog, whined and pawed at Isadora, clearly wanting to go with her.
Isadora knelt down, soothing the pup for a while. "I'll cvisit you again soon, okay?" she promised. Only then did Pudding finally calm down, watching her with big, soulful eyes.
Half an hour later, Victor's limited-edition luxury car pulled up in front of Brocade Heights.
As Isadora reached for the door handle, a thought struck her.
"Victor?" He glanced over, his eyes dark and unreadable, drumming his long fingers lightly on the steering wheel. His voice was casual, with a teasing edge. "What is it? Can't bear to leavealready?" Isadora was so startled by his words that she coughed awkwardly.
Seriously, this man was the definition of self-absorbed.
It took her a moment to collect herself before she finally spoke up.
“Um... I just realized-we don't actually have each other's contact info." Worried Victor might misunderstand her intentions, she quickly added, "I mean, since The Fitzgerald Group is investing in the Global Project, it'd be easier to handle business matters if we could contact each other directly." Victor raised an eyebrow and held out his hand. "Your phone." Almost without thinking, Isadora handed it over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Passcode?" "My birthday," she replied, reaching out to unlock it herself.
But before she could, Victor's slender fingers tapped in a few numbers, and the screen lit up instantly, illuminating the car's interior.
Wait-how did he know my birthday? Isadora's eyes widened in disbelief.
Victor glanced through her contacts, scanning the list quickly. Not seeing any names that annoyed him, a barely noticeable hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.
He typed in a number, and his account popped up. In one smooth motion, he pinned his chat to the top of her messages.
"Hey-that's my phone." Isadora protested, almost incredulous. Who did he think he was, just rearranging her contacts like that? Victor's gaze was calm and lazy. "Right, your phone. That's why you get to pick the contact name." With that, he handed it back to her, unhurried.
Was she supposed to add a note? She glanced at his profile picture—a fluffy white photo of Pudding. The nwas simply "VF." She could leave it as is... but Victor was watching her, his eyes intense and expectant, as if waiting for her to cup with something clever.
Isadora hesitantly began typing "Vi..." Suddenly, the air seemed to get a little colder. She quickly hit backspace.
Instead, she typed: "Pudding's Dad." Victor gazed at the new label. The coolness in his eyes softened, lighting up with a subtle warmth.
A small smile tugged at his lips. Then, right in front of her, he picked up his own phone and changed her contact nto "Pudding's Mom." Isadora couldn't help but feel a little weird about it.
"Is that... really appropriate?" she asked. "I only met Pudding today, after all.
You're the one who's raised him for thirteen years." Victor replied smoothly, "Well, that little guy's already decided you're his mom. If I label you any other way, he'll get upset." Isadora was speechless.
Wow. You really do have Pudding's best interests at heart.
After setting the names, Victor also enabled special notifications for Isadora's account.
Isadora blinked in surprise. "Are you sure that's okay?" Victor's account was probably worth a fortune, and yet here he was, setting her as the only special alert.
Victor's voice was low and velvety. "Just returning the favor." Isadora nodded, realizing this was Mr. Fitzgerald's version of business etiquette.
"Um... I should go. Thanks for the ride." She opened the door, but Victor called her name.
"Isadora." She turned back.
He looked at her, his dark eyes deep and searching. Then, with surprising gentleness, he reached over and ruffled her hair, his voice soft-like a warm summer breeze brushing her ear. "Goodnight." Goodnight, Isadora.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe'd wanted to say those words to her for so long, every single night.
The next morning, at The Vaughan Group.
Richard received a shock so delightful he could barely contain his excitement.
The Fitzgerald Group was investing $800 million in their Global Project. Double What they'd expected. Double! It was like a windfall from heaven.
Bursting with excitement, Richard marched into the assistants' office.
"Ableson!" Ableson, his chief assistant, stood up immediately. "Yes, sir?"
"Get Pearl to the office, quick. We're signing a contract with The OM Fitzgerald Group soon." He remembered-it was Pearl who'd landed The Fitzgerald Group as a partner.
His daughter really had cthrough for the family.
He'd underestimated her, clearly.
And Victor-just like that-had dropped $800 million on the table! No one understood men like other men did. Maybe, just maybe, there was a deeper meaning here. Maybe Victor actually had feelings for Pearl.
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