Neymar rose immediately, not missing a beat.
“Of course,” he said with an easy smile.
She stepped away from the table, completely ignoring Magnus, and started walking toward the exit.
As Neymar passed Magnus, he paused just slightly.
Then he turned his head, flashing him a bright, almost mocking smile.
“Thanks for making my night,” he said, and winked.
His gaze flicked toward Sophia, then back to Magnus, the meaning unmistakable.
“I guess I’m going to have a very good night tonight with Sylvia.”
And then, without waiting for a response, he walked away.
Magnus’s face fell instantly.
The moment Neymar turned and walked away with Sophia, something dark flashed across his eyes. He stood there for a second too long, his hands clenching at his sides, his jaw tightening so hard it looked like it might crack.
His gaze locked onto Neymar’s retreating back—sharp, burning, murderous.
As if he could set him on fire just by looking.
Then they disappeared.
And something in him snapped.
He turned abruptly and strode toward the bar. Reaching it, he grabbed a glass of whiskey without asking, tossing it back in one go. The burn hit his throat, but he didn’t care.
He slammed the glass down.
“Sir—” the bartender started cautiously, eyeing him. “You might—”
Magnus ignored him.
He grabbed another.
And another.
Each one went down faster than the last, the alcohol spreading through his veins, but instead of dulling anything—it made everything worse.
His anger surged, uncontrollable now.
With a sudden movement, he pushed away from the bar and stormed out of the restaurant.
Outside, he yanked his car door open and slid in, slamming it shut behind him. The engine roared to life, and within seconds, he sped off.
Straight to Sophia’s house.
The drive was reckless.
Fast.
By the time he reached, he didn’t even bother parking properly. The car came to a screeching halt right in front of her house, stopping so abruptly it nearly hit the tree nearby.
The engine cut off.
