EuropeNovelChapter 87 "Ah!" The wine glass in Patricia's hand went flying as Victor jerked her arm away. She stumbled and collapsed onto the couch, and the deep red wine spilled all over her, soaking her pink dress in a spreading, messy stain.
Across the room, Dailey had been lounging with a glamorous starlet, getting a little too flirty and just about to pull her in for a kiss. At the sudden commotion, he snapped to attention, dropped the girl, and hurried over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What happened here, Vic?" Dailey tried to smooth things over, throwing a quick glance at his sister. "Did Patty do something wrong? She's always had a thing for you-toldso since we were kids. She probably just got nervous seeing you tonight. Con, man, don't take it to heart." But Victor's eyes were ice-cold, his patience worn thin. On any other day, maybe he'd have tolerated this for the Brooks family's sake. Tonight, though, he wasn't in the mood.
"You and your sister really are two of a kind," he said, voice sharp as frost. Without another word, he turned and walked out, not bothering to look back.
Dailey felt a chill run up his spine at the look Victor shot him-cold enough to freeze him in place. Around them, the other guests started to laugh and whisper, delighted by the spectacle. Just like that, the Brooks siblings had managed to embarrass themselves in front of everyone.
Isadora didn't go hthat night. Instead, she drove to Nanette's penthouse at Silkwood Villas, one of the most exclusive addresses in Capitolion.
Nanette had always kept a room ready for her best friend. That's just how close they were they each had their own places, but always made sure the other would feel at home.
After a hot shower, Isadora slipped into her pajamas and wandered into the living room for a bottle of water from the fridge. Just as she took a sip, the front door swung open and in swept Nanette, still in a slinky red cocktail dress and strappy heels.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIsadora blinked. "Back so early?" Nanette kicked off her heels with a sigh, rubbing her ankles. "Victor left, and the party died. No one wanted to stick around after that." Isadora paused, water halfway to her lips. She kept her tone casual. "You mentioned Victor on the phone. What happened?" Nanette didn't notice anything off in Isadora's voice as she launched into the story. "Patricia tried to cozy up to him tonight, but Victor completely shut her down. You should've seen the look on her face-like she swallowed a handful of flies." She flopped onto the couch, voice tinged with admiration. "That man really is in a league of his own. The Brooks family's one of the city's oldest money, but he doesn't care. If he wants to embarrass you, he will." Nanette gave a little shrug. "Patricia's a bit of an airhead, but she is gorgeous. Still, rumor has it Victor's not interested in women at all. Ssay he's gay, which honestly feels like a waste with a body like his." Isadora choked on her water, coughing.
Nanette glanced over in concern. "You okay, babe?" "I'm fine," Isadora managed, her cheeks a little pink. "Just swallowed wrong." Nanette shot her a sly look, sensing sjuicy gossip. "So, what did you want from Victor the other day?" Isadora set her water down, settling onto the sofa. "I asked him to invest."
Nanette joined her, stretching out and resting her head in Isadora's lap,Isadora absentmindedly started to massage Nanette's temples-years of practice had made her hands expert at soothing away tension.
"I saw the news," Nanette said, eyes drifting closed in bliss. "The Vaughan Group just got a massive investment from the Fitzgeralds. How'd you manage to convince Victor? What's really going on between you two?" This was so much better than any spa, Nanette mused. She'd teased Isadora back when she learned massage just to help Magnus's headaches, but now she was reaping the benefits.
"God, your hands are magic," she sighed. "It's a crto use this talent only on Magnus." Isadora's fingers tensed for a moment. "Magnus and I really did break up, you know." Nanette just hummed, eyes still closed. "I know, you told me." Isadora frowned at Nanette's nonchalant response, pressing a little harder than necessary. "But you don't believe me."
"Ow!" Nanette protested, cracking an eye open. "Easy! Just because m Magnus is your favorite doesn't mean I'm not. We've been friends forever, remember? Revolutionary comrades, you and me."
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