BookToReadChapter 115 It might actually be smarter to offer Isadora an olive branch herself.
Maybe this would be the chance to lure Isadora back to his side-quietly, without more . Magnus turned to Elise, his tone brooking no argument. "Elise, I can't help you with this." Did she hear that right? Elise stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. "What?" "Magnus, you never used to turndown over something so trivial. Do you... do you honestly hatenow?" As she spoke the word "hate," tears welled up in her eyes, glimmering like pearls before they spilled over.
Magnus's expression hardened for once, his voice steady and serious. "Elise, The Vaughan Group is also competing for M Boutique." Understanding dawned on Elise instantly.
It was Isadora-again.
Her composure slipped. She bit her lip, her jaw clenched. "Isadora found out I asked for your help, didn't she? So she told you not to? Does she really hatethat much?" "No, Elise. I volunteered to help her." It was as if he'd spoken a foreign language-Elise couldn't believe what she was hearing. She shook her head over and over, this twith real tears streaming down her cheeks.
A sharp ache stabbed through her chest, so intense it felt like she could hardly breathe.
Choking back a sob, she managed, "Magnus, how could you do this to me? I'm the one who's always loved you most. If your mother hadn't forcedto leave all those years ago, you'd still be my boyfriend now." Magnus's heart twisted, but he didn't waver.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm sorry, Elise. Anything else you need, I'll do but not this." She knew his temperament-once Magnus made up his mind, there was no changing it.
Digging her nails into her palm, Elise forced herself to stay calm.
Elise, you're gracious. You're understanding.
If Magnus insists on this, you have to act even more poised and generous. Make him feel guilty.
And when a man feels guilty, he can never truly escape your grasp.
She took a trembling breath and smiled through her tears. "I understand, Magnus. I'm sorry for putting you in this position." With that, Elise turned away, tears streaming down her face, and rushed out the door.
Magnus stared at the closed door, knowing he'd hurt her.
But right now, there was only one thing that mattered: he had to win Isadora back.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Lean. "Lean, transfer a million dollars to Elise's account." * Because Nanette had once been one of M Boutique's brand ambassadors, Isadora was able to use her connection to arrange a meeting with Mason, the man who ran the boutique.
Mason was a middle-aged Northmarch gentleman, dressed in a refined, romantic suit, his silver hair impeccably styled.
He sat casually on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, glancing through the proposal Isadora had brought.
After a cursory look, Mason set the folder down on a table already piled with similar documents, the stack growing even higher.
"Miss Vaughan, just tellthis—why should M Boutique open a store in your family's mall?" Isadora followed his gaze.
She understood: these were all proposals from Capitolion's top businesses. The competition was fierce. Calmly, she outlined the advantages and incentives The Vaughan Group could offer.
Mason smiled a charming smile, but without any warmth. "That's all well and good, but it's not the point. Whatever your mall can offer, every other mall offers too, right? Let's not waste each other's time." Isadora's heart skipped. "Mason, I—"
"In Capitolion, it's all about relationships. I'm meeting with you today only because. Nanette was once our brand's face in your country."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe gestured to the door, his tone final. "With so many malls making the soffers, I have to prioritize those I have closer ties with. I'm sure you understand. That's all-see yourself out." Isadora found herself escorted out before she could get another word in.
She knew exactly what Mason was implying: the Vaughan family didn't have any real connection to him. To him, their mall was just another non a long list. Frustrated, Isadora returned to her car.
Her phone chimed.
She glanced at the screen-Elise had sent a screenshot of a bank transfer.
Magnus had wired her a million dollars.
Isadora's already sour mood instantly flared to anger.
Why hadn't she blocked that woman's number already? Now Elise was flaunting her victory.
Before she could hit "block," her phone rang again.
Flustered, she accidentally answered. On the other end ca familiar, low male voice.
"Isadora, cback to me. Lethelp you. I'll make sure M Boutique sets up shop in The Vaughan Group's mall."
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