Chapter 117 Victor thought he'd just heard Isadora mention something about *M Boutique*.
He knew a little about this luxury brand. The Fitzgerald family were M Boutique's most exclusive VIP clients, dropping millions there every year. The Vaughan Group-Isadora's family business-owned high-end shopping malls, and Victor had heard rumors that they were negotiating to bring M Boutique into one of their new developments. That could only mean Isadora was representing the Vaughan Group in a fierce bid for the partnership.
Victor's expression grew intent.
It looked like he needed to step in.
After all, he wanted to make sure his woman could enjoy her evening-and her dinner-in peace.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe picked up the phone and dialed his assistant. "Ada, set up a meeting with the manager of M Boutique for me." Sky Dining.
It was one of the most exclusive restaurants in Capitolion, perched on the 100th floor of a gleaming skyscraper. The ncfrom the way the dining room seemed to brush the clouds themselves; the views were nothing short of breathtaking. Everything about Sky Dining was over-the-top-the bill for dinner alone could run into the tens of thousands, and even getting in required a bespoke, invitation-only membership card.
Ordinary people didn't stand a chance of getting a table here.
Even Isadora didn't have a membership card.
When she arrived, the staff welcomed her with the utmost respect, leading her straight to the best table in the entire restaurant—a private spot by the window at the very top, a table that was almost never given to guests unless they were truly exceptional.
As Isadora settled in, she felt the subtle weight of attention from all around the room. For a moment, it seemed as if every pair of eyes had landed on her, quietly wondering which old-money family she belonged to, and how she'd managed to secure such an honor.
She lounged back in her chair, propping her chin on her hand, her beautiful eyes drifting lazily out the window. The endless deep blue of the night sky stretched before her, twinkling with city lights below. Capitolion looked even more enchanting tonight, wrapped in a haze of decadence and allure.
Whatever frustration she'd felt that afternoon-after being turned down by M Boutique's manager-now faded considerably.
It really was true: money could solve ninety-nine percent of life's problems.
And if it couldn't? Well, that just meant you didn't have enough of it yet.
Isadora couldn't resist pulling out her phone to snap a few photos of the spectacular view. She considered finally updating her long-neglected social feed with something new.
But as she started to type, a memory surfaced.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmElise had once posted about Sky Dining too.
It was the day before her anniversary with Magnus. Magnus had promised to bring her here for a special dinner, but Elise had beaten them to the punch-she'd posted a stunning picture from the restaurant the night before, with a bold caption: "Spending my favorite man's money on the best dinner in town." Seeing that post had stung. Isadora remembered asking Magnus why Elise had access to his Sky Dining membership.
Magnus's reaction? He'd brushed her off, acting as if she was being petty and unreasonable.
He left her sitting there, upset and alone, telling her to "calm down." Typical Magnus. He was always good at making her calm down-by walking away.
The memory soured her mood, and she lost interest in posting her own pictures. At that very moment,across the dining room by the window, Elise sat at another table, glaring daggers at the woman occupying the exclusive top-floor spot.
Ever since Magnus had refused to help her secure the M Boutique deal, Elise had been seething Heɗnever treated her like this before. Frustrated and fuming, she'd invited her best friend Nellie out to dinner to commiserate.
But while Nellie was in the restroom, Elise happened to glance across the restaurant-just in tto see the staff escorting Isadora, dressed in a striking blue dress, straight to the best seat in the house. Fueled by wine and indignation, Elise shot to her feet, anger radiating from her every step as she marched across the room.