“Was that not clear enough for you to take it as a no?” he said coldly, his voice flat and dismissive, as if the conversation wasn’t even worth continuing.
Yet his eyes never left her—as if something about her physically refused to let him look away.
Sophia’s lips thinned. Her eyes narrowed. Her body went rigid as her hands tightened into fists on the table. She straightened fully, adjusting the bag on her shoulder before meeting his gaze again.
“Mr. Graves,” she said quietly, folding her arms over her chest, “let’s talk privately.”
“I do not have—” Magnus started.
“Three minutes,” she cut in calmly. Her eyes hardened. “You owe me that for wasting three hours of my time, alone at a table in a five-star restaurant.”
Magnus’s gaze stayed fixed on her while Alexander and Sebastian exchanged looks, barely holding back their expressions.
No one—no one—had ever spoken to Magnus Graves like that. Not to his face. Not behind his back. The man had grown up getting everything he wanted, whenever he wanted it. People bent. Apologized. Flattered. Magnus was used to being indulged, obeyed, and feared. He always got his way.
And yet here was a woman standing in front of him, confronting him without hesitation, without fear, and without respect.
They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing.
Magnus, on the other hand, looked like fury carved into human form. His eyes darkened, irritation flashing through them.
But instead of exploding, he smoothed his expression into a blank mask. Slowly, he rose to his feet, straightened his suit jacket, and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve with controlled precision.
“Come on,” the woman snapped impatiently. “I don’t have all night.”
She turned on her heel and stormed out of the bar without waiting for him.
The moment she disappeared, Alexander and Sebastian completely lost it.
They burst out laughing, unable to hold it back any longer. Magnus shot them a lethal glare, but it only made things worse. Their laughter grew louder.
Magnus clenched his jaw, teeth grinding. Without sparing them another look, he turned sharply and strode after the woman.
Exactly five minutes later—
Sebastian’s phone buzzed on the table.
He glanced down and froze when he saw the name on the screen.
Camila.
He picked up the call and put it to his ear. Before he could even speak, Camila’s excited voice exploded through the line.
“We’re having another wedding soon! Magnus agreed—he’s getting married to Sophia!”
She nearly shouted in joy.
Sebastian’s eyes widened in disbelief. His stunned gaze snapped toward Alexander, who was already staring at him, confused.
“Are you sure?” Sebastian asked quickly, needing to hear it again.
“Yes!” Camila laughed. “I just got a call from him. He said he’s marrying Sophia,” Camila said breathlessly. “Where’s Alexander? Is he with you?”
“He’s with me,” Sebastian replied, still dazed. “I’ll tell him.”
Then, he hung up.
Alexander was still staring at him when Sebastian looked up and said bluntly, “Magnus agreed to marry Sophia.”
