For a brief second, something sharp shot through his chest when Gregory said those words.
I’m sure she’s also moved on by now.
The feeling was sudden and unpleasant, something he didn’t recognize.
But he quickly pushed it aside.
Gregory spoke again.
“Anyway,” he continued casually, “what’s the name of this woman you like now?”
Magnus briefly rubbed his chest, as if trying to brush away the strange discomfort, then answered,
“Sylvia.”
“Oh?” Gregory hummed thoughtfully. “What’s her full name?”
Magnus opened his mouth to answer—
Then paused.
A faint crease appeared between his brows as he thought about it.
A few seconds passed.
“I… don’t know,” Magnus finally admitted. “I just know her name is Sylvia.”
There was a long pause on the other end.
Then Gregory burst out laughing.
“Oh my God, man,” he said. “You like her and you don’t even know her full name? Just ‘Sylvia’? What is going on with you?”
Magnus frowned.
“That’s the only name she’s made public,” he replied. “I’ve never heard her surname.”
Even as he said it, displeasure crept into his voice.
Heshouldhave known her full name.
Why had he never thought about it before Gregory asked?
Gregory spoke again, his tone turning more serious.
“Well, if you like her, you should hurry and get serious about it. Go after her.”
He paused before continuing.
“And do it soon. She probably has plenty of men interested in her. She’s not some ordinary woman. She stands on stage at major auctions, in front of hundreds of wealthy people, all dressed up and looking beautiful.”
Gregory chuckled softly.
“Do you really think you’re the only man who’s noticed her?”
Magnus’s expression slowly darkened with irritation, but he said nothing.
Gregory continued, his voice thoughtful.
