He glanced at Sophia.
She hadn’t said a word. She wasn’t even looking at him.
She was staring at Celia in silence, her expression cold and distant.
And that silence made Magnus even more frustrated.
He turned back to Celia, his patience finally gone.
“You’ve lost your fucking mind,” he said in a low, rough voice. “I never loved you. I never wanted you.”
He stepped closer, towering over Celia.
“Stop making up fantasies in your head.”
His arm tightened instinctively around Sophia’s waist. He pointed toward the door.
“Get out,” he growled. “There’s no need for an apology when you’re this delusional.”
“Just sign the deal and I’ll go. I’m not interested in your stupid games either.”
Celia lifted her chin, her lips curving into a slow, smug smile. Her eyes glittered with challenge as she looked straight at Magnus.
“I’m not going to beg you, Magnus. If you want me, you have to fight for me. Chase me.”
“Fucking hell,” Magnus let out a low, humorless laugh. The sound scraped out of his throat like a warning.
Timothy, who was standing near the door of the meeting room quietly, stared at Celia as if she had just lost her mind. His mouth slowly fell open in shock, his eyes darting between her and Magnus.
The next second—
Magnus grabbed the contract Celia had placed on the table. With one brutal motion, he tore it apart.
Paper shredded between his fingers before he flung the pieces to the floor.
Celia staggered back a step.
“What the hell are you doing?!” she screeched, her face draining of color. “I don’t have extra copies, Magnus! What is wrong with you?!”
Magnus didn’t even look at her.
His jaw was tight, veins visible at his neck. His cold gaze shifted to Timothy.
“Get her out.” He didn’t raise his voice. “We’re finished. If she shows up here again, she won’t make it past the entrance gates.”
Timothy blinked, snapping out of his shock.
“Yes, sir.”
He hurried forward and grabbed Celia’s arm. “Let’s go.”
He tried pulling her, but Celia resisted immediately.
“Magnus, stop this!” she cried angrily, struggling against Timothy’s grip. “I’m already in trouble! My dad is losing his mind. Don’t do this. This is the last chance I’m giving you!”
Timothy pulled her again, trying to drag her out, but she violently jerked her arm out of his grip.
“Don’t touch me!”
