“Who could it be…”
Gregory hummed. “If you ask me?” he said, taking another sip. “The only way to hide something like that… is if the man has power. Enough to erase any trace.”
Magnus’s gaze flickered.
“…One of the rich families?” he said quietly.
“Exactly.” Gregory gave a small nod. “That’s the only explanation that fits.”
A brief silence passed between them.
Then Gregory exhaled, stretching his shoulders slightly. “Alright, I’m going to hang up,” he said, lifting his cup. “I need to enjoy this coffee and take a break. We’ll talk later.”
He hung up.
Silence filled the room.
Magnus’s face slowly fell into a deep, thoughtful look, his brows drawing together as his grip on the phone tightened for a brief second before he tossed it onto the table.
“Fuck!” he gritted under his breath.
Gregory’s voice kept echoing in his head.
‘She’s already married.’
Again and again, his thoughts circled back to Sylvia.
He tried to focus. Forced his eyes onto the document. Read the same line twice… three times.
Nothing.
Every few seconds, irritation built in his chest, making him restless.
Finally, with a frustrated exhale, he shoved the file aside. He grabbed his laptop, opened it quickly, and typed Sylvia’s name into Google. His eyes moved fast across the screen, but the more he searched, the darker his expression became.
The results were… almost nothing.
Online, she existed only as a well-known auctioneer.
A few public appearances. A handful of distant, carefully taken photos.
And that was it.
No personal life. No family. No husband.
Nothing.
Magnus’s brows drew together, his expression turning colder.
“She’s hidden that bastard this fucking well…?” he gritted under his breath.
His grip tightened around the phone before he tossed it onto the table.
A moment later, he yanked open his drawer, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. The flame flickered briefly, reflecting in his eyes.
He pushed the chair back abruptly, the legs scraping against the floor. His hand went straight to the drawer. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one out, and lit it with practiced ease.
He took a long drag, then stood up abruptly and started pacing across the room.
