“It’s none of your business who I propose to or who I get close to, Mr. Graves,” Neymar replied coolly.
His eyes flashed with defiance.
“I’ll pursue the woman I want.”
With that, he turned and walked away without another word.
A moment later, he got into his car and drove off.
Magnus stood there, anger still burning through him.
His hands clenched at his sides as he watched the car disappear down the street.
After a moment, he dragged a hand through his hair and forced himself to breathe slowly, trying to calm the storm raging inside him.
Then his eyes moved down the road.
Sophia was nowhere in sight.
“Did she already leave?” he muttered under his breath.
A frown creased his forehead.
Had she really just walked away?
Without even taking a car?
He scanned the area again, but there was no sign of her.
A flicker of unease crept into his chest.
Magnus immediately started walking in the direction she had gone, his strides quick and urgent as he circled around the side of the building.
He had just turned the corner and stepped onto the next street—
When he froze.
Sophia was standing a short distance away.
Three men had surrounded her.
One of them was waving a knife in her face.
“Give me the bag,” the man sneered.
Sophia looked startled, fear flashing across her eyes as she glanced between the men, clearly searching for an escape.
Realizing she had no way out, she slowly slid the bag from her shoulder.
But before she could hand it over—
One of the men suddenly shoved her from behind.
Sophia lost her balance and fell hard onto the pavement.
A surge of fury exploded through Magnus.
Without thinking, he ran toward them.
