“You’re walking around with another girl, what right do you have to stop me from asking Sylvia out?”
A thoughtful look crossed his face.
Then he asked the question directly.
“…Do you also like Sylvia?”
“Yes. I do.”
Magnus didn’t hesitate. The answer came instantly.
His voice was cold and firm.
An arrogant look settled on his face as he stared directly at Neymar.
“So stay the fuck away from her.”
Isabel’s face turned pale instantly. Her eyes widened in panic. She turned to Magnus at once, grabbing his arm.
“Magnus! What are you talking about?” she said quickly, her voice rising in alarm. “Don’t joke about things like that—”
But Magnus didn’t even look at her.
His eyes were still locked on Neymar, cold and threatening.
Neymar let out a short scoff of disbelief.
“Mr. Graves, you shouldn’t upset your girlfriend like that.”
He nodded slightly toward Isabel.
“Look at her face. She looks like she’s about to faint.”
His tone carried a hint of mockery now.
“You should be loyal to her instead of chasing other women.”
He crossed his arms casually.
“Two-timing girls isn’t exactly good for your reputation.”
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
Magnus’s jaw clenched tightly.
He took a threatening step toward Neymar, his eyes darkening with anger.
But before the situation could escalate—
Isabel grabbed his arm tightly.
“Magnus, let’s go,” she tugged on his sleeve urgently. “The shops are going to close soon. I still need to get my dress.”
Without giving him time to argue, she began pulling him toward the car waiting by the side of the road.
“Come on,” she insisted. “The driver is already waiting for us.”
She glanced back briefly toward Neymar with clear irritation.
