NovelXXXChapter 327 Isadora thought back to her days in the hospital.
She remembered once asking Finley, "Who's the girl in that photo on Victor's desk?" That memory made her lower her eyes now, her voice barely above a whisper. "Victor's past—and his present- have nothing to do withanymore." With that, she turned and walked away.
Finley watched her slender figure disappear around the corner, a thoughtful look on his face.
Just then, a server carrying a tray of fresh fruit walked by.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinley stopped him. "Hey, is there a celebrity's birthday party here tonight? Which private room is it in?" The server shot him a wary glance, clearly mistaking him for sovereager fan. "Sorry, sir, we can't share guests' private information," he replied, then hurried off before Finley could protest.
Finley smirked. Really? Everyone's so guarded tonight.
Did they really think he couldn't find the room just because they wouldn't tell him? He recalled that Victor had invested in this very club.
The Fitzgerald Group's investment division was one of the largest in the country; no matter the industry, if it was top-tier, chances were the Fitzgeralds were involved.
Finley pulled out his phone and dialed. "Hey, Prince Charming, want to chang out at The Ace's Den tonight?" Victor's voice was as flat as ever. "Don't have time." "Oh, really?" Finley grinned. "Well, your Isadora's here." There was a pause. Victor frowned on the other end. What was she doing in a place like that, especially while pregnant? "Why is she there?" Finley shrugged, letting his tone grow casual. "No idea. Says it's her best friend's birthday party. You know, this place is way too loud for a pregnant woman. As a doctor, I'd say it's not good for her or the baby. Honestly, as your best friend, I feel responsible for looking out for her. Problem is, I don't know which room they're in." Finley spun the tale with a straight face, but Victor took the bait. His voice was low and serious. "Wait there." A moment later, Finley received a text: "Room 505. Keep an eye on her. I'll be there soon." Finley's lips curled into a sly smile.
Here I come, little wildcat.
* Isadora stepped into Room 505.
The place throbbed with energy-voices shouting, laughter echoing, and the stage lights casting wild colors over the crowd. The music was deafening.
Most of Nanette's friends were from the entertainment industry, so tonight's guest list read like a who's-who of rising stars and social media influencers. Everywhere Isadora looked, she saw gorgeous women dressed to impress.
She slipped inside unnoticed-until Nanette, dancing on stage, spotted her. Nanette immediately jumped down and hurried over, pulling Isadora into the crowd.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Isadora, you made it! Sit here for a bit. I'll have them bring out the cake now, and after we blow out the candles and you have a bite, I'll make sure someone drives you home." Isadora glanced at her watch. "It's not even midnight yet."
Nanette smiled gently, knowing full well how overwhelming this place could be for someone pregnant. Just haying Isadora there was enough to make her night. "With you here, it's already the best midnight ever." She signaled to a server to start getting ready.
In no time, a towering five-layer cake was wheeled in, drawing everyone's attention. The band on stage lowered the volume, and all the glamorous guests gathered around. "Wow, birthday girl!" someone cheered.
"Happy birthday, Nanette! Hope your career keeps soaring-next stop, the Academy Awards!" "Wishing you mountains of success, Nanette!" The energy in the room spiked as the cake was brought in.
Trailing behind the servers was a man with an arrogant swagger-Scales Donovan, notorious for his relentless pursuit of Nanette. He also happened to be a friend of Magnus.
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