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“Mr. Graves must be a very upright, self-righteous, morally superior man,” she said loudly. “Clearly a monk among men.”

Magnus’s eyes shifted toward her. The arrogance on his face didn’t fade—if anything, it sharpened.

She continued lightly, the innocence in her voice clearly false. “Then why are you at a bar? Shouldn’t someone like you be at a monastery?”

Before anyone could respond, she let out a loud scoff, picked up another glass of whiskey, and muttered clearly enough for everyone to hear—

“Snob.”

The word rang loudly at the table.

Chapter 4 Good, Obedient Boy

Magnus’s expression darkened instantly, anger flashing across his features.

Harold burst out laughing, nearly choking on his drink. Gregory and the other two men laughed into their glasses as well, careful not to do it too openly—Magnus already looked dangerously irritated.

Sophia put the glass she was drinking from down and rose unsteadily to her feet. She reached out and grabbed Emma’s hand, tugging her up with her.

“This table is boring,” she announced flatly. “We’re leaving.”

Before anyone could react, she turned and started walking away, dragging Emma with her.

Harold stared after them in shock. “Leaving already? Wait—don’t go yet!”

But Sophia didn’t stop.

Harold jumped to his feet and hurried after her. “Sophia, I’ll drop you off. Where do you live? Let’s go together.”

Before he could take more than two steps, Magnus stood up abruptly and reached out, grabbing the back of Harold’s neck.

He yanked him backward roughly, forcing him down onto the couch.

“You’re drunk,” Magnus said coldly. “You’re not driving.”

Harold stared at him in disbelief, then tried to stand again. “I’m not drunk! What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t even finish one glass!”

Before he could rise, Gregory pulled him back down by the shoulder, while the other two friends leaned in as well.

“Sit down, man,” Gregory said. “Let’s drink. Where are you going? She’ll get home on her own. Stop chasing women and party with us.”

Meanwhile, Sophia and Emma walked out of the VIP area together.

The moment they stepped into the hallway, Emma’s phone rang.

Still slightly drunk, Emma pulled it out lazily and glanced at the screen. She froze.

The nameEliasflashed on the screen.

Her body stiffened instantly. She straightened up and looked at Sophia with wide eyes. Sophia glanced at the screen, then at Emma’s face, giving her a slow side-eye. “You’re in trouble.”

With trembling fingers, Emma answered the call. “Hello…?”

“I just saw you at the bar,” Elias’s cold voice came through. “What are you doing in the VIP area? Who are you with?”

Emma’s eyes widened further. She let out a forced, nervous laugh. “No one. Who said I met anyone? I’m not even at a bar.”

“Where are you right now?” Elias said. “I’m coming to find you.”