For a moment, he looked like he might punch someone.
He forced himself to take a slow breath.
Then he spoke again.
“Sylvia?” he repeated slowly. “The auctioneer we have today?”
Neymar nodded immediately, his eyes lighting up.
“Yes!” he said happily. His voice was full of admiration. “She’s incredible. Beautiful, talented… and the way she controls an auction is amazing.”
He chuckled softly.
“I’ve had a crush on her ever since I saw her in London.”
His voice carried genuine excitement.
“So I decided to give it my all today and propose to her—”
“You’re out of your mind.”
Magnus cut him off sharply.
Neymar blinked.
Magnus’s expression had turned dangerously cold.
“Why would she give you a chance?” he demanded. “You’re a playboy.”
His voice grew harsher.
“You’ve had what—twelve girlfriends in the past year? Why would Sylvia want someone like you?”
His voice rose despite his attempt to remain calm.
“She’s not the type to date playboys. She’s never going to accept you.”
The anger in his eyes flared before he could stop himself.
Neymar stared at him, stunned by the sudden aggression.
His brows slowly furrowed.
“Mr. Graves, why would you say that?” he asked.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Magnus more carefully.
“Don’t tell me you’re trying to stop me from proposing to Sylvia?”
His gaze shifted briefly toward Isabel standing beside Magnus. He looked her up and down for a moment before looking back at Magnus again.
“I know she’s not your little sister. I’ve seen the way you treat her at parties.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“She’s definitely not your sister.”
His voice sharpened.
