“Magnus… what’s going on? I don’t understand.” Her eyes looked almost watery. “Please stop this. I know you’re angry at me, but why did you cancel the deal with my dad?”
Magnus didn’t answer.
Instead, his eyes kept drifting toward the door every few seconds.
“Mangus,” she said again, her tone tightening. “I’m asking you something. Answer me.”
The sweetness in her voice began to crack.
He still didn’t respond.
She stepped closer and tried to grab his hand again.
“We were friends, right? And I know you had a crush on me back then. I hurt you when I left without saying anything, but that doesn’t mean you—”
Before she could finish, Magnus looked at her as if she had just said something absurd.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped.
Celia flinched.
“Who told you I had a crush on you?” His eyes turned icy. “I’ve already told you. There’s nothing between us. There never was.”
Celia stiffened. She forced herself to calm down.
‘He’s just upset, she told herself. He hasn’t accepted it yet.’
She lowered her gaze slightly, pretending to be composed, but her mind was racing.
‘If he wasn’t interested in me, why would he cancel my dad’s deal? Why would he call me here?’
A faint, confident smile appeared on her lips.
‘He’s trying to make me submit. He wants the upper hand. He wants me to give in… become his girlfriend… marry him. Then he’ll restore the deal with my dad.’
Her eyes hardened.
‘He’s always been calculating. But I won’t let him break me. He thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks I will never walk away from him.’
“Alright then,” she said aloud, lifting her chin. “If that’s how you want to act, then just sign the deal for the black diamonds mine.”
She opened her designer bag and pulled out a stack of documents. The sound of the papers hitting the table echoed in the silent room.
“I brought the contract already.” She pushed them toward him. “Sign them, and everything will be finalized with my dad. You can talk to him directly. Isn’t that what you want? Then do it.”
Magnus didn’t even look at the papers.
He glanced toward the door again.
Then again.
His jaw was tight with impatience.
He even took a few steps toward the door as if trying to hear something outside.
Silence.
And then—
