Isadora closed the door behind her and strode into the room.


    Richard patted the woman''s shoulder. "Magda, would you give us a moment?"


    Magda stood up as soon as he spoke.


    Isadora shot her a sidelong nce. "So this is your new me? The woman you''re willing to divorce my mother for? You''re really that ruthless-transferring all of Mom''s assets just for her?"


    Richard hadn''t expected Isadora to be so blunt. His face darkened. "Isadora, this is between your mother and me. Stay out of it."


    "I didn''te here to meddle," Isadora replied, her tone icy. "I just wanted to see for myself what a pair of hypocrites you two really are."


    "I''m still your father. You ought to show her some respect-know your ce."


    Isadora actuallyughed at that.


    "You''re not my father anymore."


    Not long ago, Richard had tried—again and again—to persuade Isadora to introduce him to the Fitzgerald family. She ignored him every time, even going out of her way to defy his authority.


    Left with no choice, Richard eventually approached the Fitzgerald matriarch


    himself, only to find that the family didn''t even acknowledge Isadora as Victor''s girlfriend.


    So much for that.


    Now, his daughter wasn''t just disobedient-she was useless to him.


    That was when Richard''s attitude changed.


    "Isadora, I still consider you my daughter. If you behave, I''ll make sure you marry into a respectable family. You can still be the Vaughan heiress."


    Isadora gave a cold, mocking smile. "The Vaughan heiress? I couldn''t care less."


    She paused, then added, "But are you sure you''re still the chairman of The Vaughan Group?"


    "I have the authority-as the group''s majority shareholder-to remove you from your position."


    With that, she tossed a stack of documents onto the table.


    Richard''s expression went rigid.


    It was as if he couldn''tprehend what she was saying. Frowning, he snatched up the paperwork. As his eyes scanned the text, his face turned ashen, then shocked.


    "How did you get this? Where did you get these shares? I only gave you thirty percent!"


    "Isadora, you forged these documents, didn''t you?!"


    Magda picked up the agreement and nced over it as well.


    It was all there in ck and white: Isadora now held sixty percent of The Vaughan Group.


    That meant she had ultimate control.


    Isadora''s gaze was steely and emotionless. "Which eye of yours sees a forgery?"


    Richard''s mind raced back to thest few weeks.


    He''d mortgaged thirty percent of his shares for a loan to expand a project-he was supposed to buy them back as soon as the project turned a profit!


    How could they have ended up with Isadora?


    The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He grabbed the ss ashtray from the table and hurled it at Isadora.


    She dodged instinctively, barely flinching as the ashtray smashed against the wall and shattered on the floor.


    "You—you ungrateful brat! I''m your father! How dare you betray me like this!"


    "I told you. I don''t have a father like you. As of today, you''re no longer the chairman of The Vaughan Group. And if I remember correctly, even the Vaughan estate was bought under thepany''s name. So you, your son, and your mistress can all pack your things and get out."


    Richard''s face was nearly purple with rage. The shock sent his blood pressure soaring, and suddenly he was struggling to breathe.


    Magda rushed to his side, trying to steady him. "Richard, breathe! Calm down, don''t scare me!"


    Isadora watched the scene with icy detachment.


    At that moment, the office door opened again.


    Prescott stood in the doorway, his expression cold as stone.


    He''d only just been discharged from the hospital a couple of days ago. And on his first day back at work, the first thing he heard was that Isadora had just arrived at The Vaughan Group.