NovelBookChapter 360 "Fun?" "Don't let pregnancy get you down-let's get out and blow off ssteam." Half an hour later, at The Verdant Pavilion.
This time, Victor entered hand-in-hand with Isadora.
From the other direction, Finley Pembroke strolled over.
Catching sight of their joined hands, Finley arched his brows in surprise, then, with a knowing grin, greeted, "Evening, sis-in-law." Isadora wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so she simply ignored him.
Victor barely lifted his gaze. "Where?" Finley jerked his chin. "Room 804." Victor led Isadora in that direction.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinley went ahead, and without hesitation, kicked open the door to the private suite.
Inside- The space was thick with the clink of crystal glasses and the hum of lively conversation. Expensive bottles of imported liquor were stacked across the table, while well-dressed men lounged on plush sofas, surrounded by glamorous women who poured drinks and laughed at their jokes.
It was clearly a business gathering, the kind where deals were made between sips of whiskey.
The sudden, thunderous crash of the door startled everyone into silence.
Victor wrapped his arm around Isadora's waist and sauntered in, utterly unhurried.
Isadora's glance swept over the room, pausing when she spotted Magnus Wainwright seated on a sofa. She hesitated for a moment.
Ever since she'd learned that his surgery had been a success and he was out of danger, she'd completely cut off contact with Magnus.
She had no idea if he'd understood her intentions, but in any case, he hadn't appeared in her life at all since then.
Magnus's dark gaze landed on Victor's arm around Isadora, taking in their easy intimacy. His eyes clouded, and his hand, resting at his side, clenched into a fist. The suite was filled with the city's elite-Capitolion's most powerful executives.
Recognizing Victor, someone immediately stood up and greeted him with deference.
"Mr. Sinclair, what an honor. What brings you here tonight?" "We were just discussing the current financial climate. Now that you're here, perhaps you'll join the conversation?" On the opposite side of the room, Preston Dunbar's gaze landed on Victor-then on Isadora at his side.
Preston's face went ashen, and his heart plummeted into his stomach. Panic seized him, and he tried to shrink back into the corner, bowing his head as if he could disappear into the floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnfortunately, the woman sitting beside him leaned in with concern. "Mr. Dunbar, are you alright? You don't look so well." Without looking up, Preston hissed through clenched teeth, "Shut up!" Finley gave a short, derisive laugh,
stepped forward, and grabbed Preston by the collar. With a single, brutal motion, he yanked Preston off the sofa and tossed him to the floor like a rag doll. Preston hit the ground hard, barely able to catch his breath.
Before he could scramble up, Finley drove his foot into Preston's side with a sickening thud.
There was a deafening crash as Preston went flying, slamming into a glass-topped table not far away.
The expensive bottles lined up on the table wobbled and crashed to the floor, shattering and spilling liquor everywhere. In seconds, the room was a wreck of broken glass and spilled drinks. Only then did everyone realize-Victor and his crew weren't here for business.
They were here to make a statement.
Finley looked down at Preston with utter contempt.
"You tried to lay a hand on Isadora the other night?" "You think she's someone you can mess with?" Magnus's expression turned even colder as he glared at Preston, his anger barely contained.
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