His Perfect Trap, My Perfect Revenge

Chapter 13

"Well, well. Sabrina. Long time no see."

The moment they stepped into the café, Magnus spotted Calvert swaggering toward them, whistling as his gaze raked over Sabrina from head to toe—enough to make her skin crawl.

"Sabrina, you two know each other?" Magnus asked, instinctively pulling her closer behind him, his fingers tightening protectively around hers.

She stammered, her face draining of color.

Har volos.

Barely a whisper, but her reaction said it all. She hadn't expected to run into Calvert again—especially not here.

"Come on, Sabrina. That hurts." Calvert chuckled, slipping around Magnus to stand right in front of her. He leaned in, blowing warm breath teasingly against her ear.

"Mr. Hansen, I'd appreciate it if you showed a little more respect to my assistant," Magnus cut in, stepping between them again and pulling Sabrina behind him.

"Assistant?" Calvert echoed, interest clearly piqued. He straightened, giving Magnus a lazy once-over before smirking at Sabrina again. His eyes narrowed. "So that's why you came back here—for him?" He scoffed, his grin turning smug. "But are you sure? A dull guy like that? You'd be better off with—"

He didn't finish. Instead, he let out another low whistle and sauntered into the private room he'd reserved, as if nothing had happened.

Magnus's brow furrowed as he watched him disappear. When he turned back to Sabrina, he noticed the sheen of sweat on her pale forehead.

"You don't look so good. Want to head back?" he asked gently.

Sabrina nodded quickly, ready to bolt—but then Calvert's voice rang out from inside the room.

"Mr. Colon! If you really want to expand your business into the UK, your assistant's presence is essential."

Mocking. Taunting. When he poked his head back out, the look he shot Sabrina made her shrink even closer to Magnus.

Magnus's grip on her hand tightened.

If it weren't for the critical contract tied to that prime real estate deal, he'd walk out right now and never look back. The only reason he was tolerating Calvert was because the guy's family owned the land.

Calvert had a reputation—a notorious playboy, reckless and entitled. He'd just returned from overseas at his father's request, supposedly to start taking business seriously.

Originally, Magnus had arranged to meet with Chairman Hansen himself. But at the last minute, the old man sent his son instead.

Sabrina noticed Magnus's jaw tense as he clenched his teeth. She squeezed his hand gently and whispered, "Magnus, I'm okay. Don't let me ruin the deal."

Her voice trembled, still laced with fear.

Magnus leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before wrapping a protective arm around her and leading her into the room.

To his surprise, Calvert—despite his reputation—was sharp and focused during negotiations. The conversation flowed smoothly, and they quickly reached an agreement.

But just as they were about to sign, Calvert stopped.

"Mr. Colon," he said, glancing up with a crooked grin. "I'm not saying I won't sign. Just that there's one little condition."

His gaze slid back to Sabrina, and the look in his eyes made Magnus's blood run cold.

"I had a few drinks before coming here. My driver just dropped me off before getting called away by the old man. So your assistant will have to give me a ride home."

"Calvert, don't push it!" Magnus snapped, fists clenched at his sides, veins bulging in his forehead.

"Push it?" Calvert chuckled. "Come on, this isn't pushing it. She often accompanies us abroad—"

"Mr. Hansen!"