“Forget about acquiring Thomsons’s company,” he said flatly. “Shut their company down. Within an hour. I don’t want anything to do with them anymore.”
Timothy blinked in shock. “Within… an hour?”
Magnus shot him a sharp look.
“Yes. That’s what I said. Go.”
His expression was merciless.
“I don’t want to see anything related to them ever again.”
Timothy nodded quickly. “Understood.” And he left at once.
Harold leaned slightly toward Gregory and muttered under his breath, “He should’ve done that from the start instead of waiting until his wife lost interest in him.”
Gregory glanced at him, then shrugged one shoulder lazily, though amusement flickered in his eyes. “If he were smart, he wouldn’t be two months into a three-month contract marriage and already facing divorce.”
They exchanged a look, and the corners of their mouths twitched. Both quickly turned their heads away, suppressing their laughter before Magnus noticed and decided to take it out on them.
Just then, Harold’s phone buzzed sharply on the table.
The sound cut through the room. He stepped over and picked it up, unlocking the screen without much thought—
But the second his eyes scanned the message, his expression shifted.
The teasing light in his gaze disappeared.
His brows pulled together, jaw tightening as he read it again, slower this time.
Without a word, he slowly placed the phone back down on the table. Then he turned his head toward Magnus, his eyes narrowing in confusion.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re already divorced?”
Magnus frowned at him. “What?”
“You said you were about to get divorced. But you’re already divorced from Sophia?”
Magnus stared at him, completely stunned. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Harold picked up his phone again, unlocked it, and opened the message Camila had sent. He turned the screen around and showed it to Magnus.
On the screen was a clear photo of a divorce certificate.
Below it was a text:
Magnus and Sophia are now divorced. I helped Sophia get it finalized early.
Magnus went completely still.
For a second, the world around him seemed to freeze.
The shock on his face slowly shifted—his jaw clenched, his breathing turned heavy, and his eyes darkened into a furious glare.
Harold watched him carefully.
“Don’t you think everything is happening too fast?” he said in a warning tone. “Why is she in such a hurry?”
Gregory stepped closer too, pushing wet hair off his forehead. His brows furrowed. “Yeah. Didn’t you guys just talk about divorce a few hours ago? What’s going on?”
