“Did she leave already?” he muttered under his breath.
Isabel blinked in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
Magnus ignored the question.
He adjusted his tie slowly, his lips pressing into a thin line as his gaze scanned the entire auction hall once more.
But there was no sign of Sophia anywhere.
After a moment, he let out a quiet breath of disappointment.
Finally, he turned back to Isabel.
“Let’s go.”
Without waiting for her, he started walking toward the exit.
Isabel quickly hurried after him, almost jogging to keep up with his long strides.
The two of them stepped out of the auction hall together.
But just as Magnus reached the doors, his steps suddenly slowed.
Standing near the entrance, leaning casually against the wall, was a young, handsome man.
Magnus walked straight toward him, a frown forming on his face.
“Neymar?” he said. “What are you doing here?”
Neymar Davies looked up when he heard Magnus’s voice. He straightened slightly and looked at Magnus carefully.
He was strikingly handsome, with sharp, well-defined features and confident eyes that carried a hint of mischief. His blond hair was swept back neatly, giving him a clean yet effortlessly stylish look.
A small gold stud rested in his ear. The stud had a tiny star symbol engraved on it—the well-known logo of their family’s gold business.
He wore a fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and dark tailored pants, the top buttons of his shirt left slightly open. The simple outfit somehow made him look even more refined.
Gold seemed to follow him everywhere.
Three gold rings gleamed on his fingers, a thin gold chain rested around his neck, and even his watch was solid gold. Yet somehow, despite all the jewelry, he didn’t look flashy or excessive.
Everything about the way he wore it made it look like effortless luxury, the kind of style that would appear in a fashion magazine and suddenly become the next trend everyone copied.
When he saw Magnus clearly, Neymar’s brows lifted slightly in surprise. Then a bright smile spread across his face.
“Hello, Mr. Graves,” he said warmly. “Good to see you.”
Magnus gave a short nod.
“Did you come here for the auction?” he asked. “Your father is still inside. Did you come with him?”
Neymar shook his head lightly.
“I’m not here for work today.”
A small smile appeared on his face. He slipped one hand casually into his pocket.
