The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 231

Why didn't Magnus just go after Callum directly if he wanted to brawl?

Magnus and Callum had already tumbled to the ground, wrestling, and rolling around. Their once crisp

suits were now crumpled, and their handsome appearances were long gone.

James stood by, laughing, but kept shouting, "Magnus, beat the hell out of him; let him taste a piece of

our grit."

However, James may have been celebrating a bit too early. Callum was not a pushover. All these

years, he had been practicing various self-defense skills and had never considered Magnus a real

threat.

But to be honest, Magnus was indeed a handful.

Soon, both Magnus and Callum had their fair share of bruises, either a swollen eye or a broken lip, Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

looking utterly disheveled. Their clothes had long since been reduced to wrinkled rags.

Still, neither was willing to back down, continuing to roll around on the ground, each trying to twist the

other's wrist or fingers.

Since they hadn't received any orders, their men simply stood by, watching the two men fight.

Natalia emerged from the castle to find this scene unfolding before her. She could never have imagined

that these two normally high and mighty men would now be like schoolboys brawling after school.

"Stop it, you two! Cal, stop fighting with him." Natalia pleaded, bending down to try and separate the

two men.

Magnus and Callum, afraid of hurting Natalia, finally stopped their brawl and stood up, glaring at each

other.

Looking at Callum with a bruised eye and then at Magnus with a swollen nose, Natalia felt both

frustrated and amused. Today was supposed to be her and Callum's engagement day, but who would

have thought that Magnus, the wildcard, would come and throw a wrench in the plans?

"Are you guys naive? Brawling in front of everyone, don't you feel embarrassed?" Natalia reprimanded

the two men with exasperation, unable to comprehend their actions.

Seeing Natalia emerge from the castle in her beautiful dress, Magnus' expression darkened. He pulled

Natalia into his arms, holding her tightly and whispering, "Sweetheart, come home with me, please? I

won't let you get engaged to this jerk. You're mine, and no one can take you away from me!"

Callum was caught off guard when Magnus pulled Natalia away. He reached out to grab Natalia but

was evaded by Magnus. Callum quickly advanced a few steps and pointed at Magnus, shouting, "You

despicable bastard, let go of my girl!"

But Magnus ignored him, focusing instead on Natalia in his arms. "Darling, I'd do anything for you. If

you don't come with me today, I'll use this Gatling gun to blow up Callum's castle."

Natalia heard Magnus' threatening words, and she felt an intense dislike for him. Was he capable of

anything beyond threats? This annoying man.

She tried to struggle free from Magnus' grasp but found herself unable to escape. Frustrated, she said,

"Magnus, I've made it clear to you that we're over. Can you please get a grip and stop interfering in my

life?"

"You want me to give up on you? Not possible, darling! Don't you care about me at all? If that's true,

why did you come to visit me when I was sick last time? Nat, you can't let go of me!"

Magnus' words were so gentle that Natalia was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Callum was seething. Today was supposed to be his big day, and Magnus had spoiled it

all. Without thinking, he charged at Magnus and Natalia, intending to rescue Natalia from Magnus'

arms.

But before Callum could reach them, he was stopped by James.

James cracked his knuckles, stared at Callum, and said with a warning tone in his voice, "Now listen

here, pal, I mean, Duke Callum, I don't think you want any unpleasantness that might make the

headlines and get the Queen involved, do you?"

Callum glared at James. "Who the hell are you? Magnus' lapdog?"

James couldn't help but tease him, "Well, I'm not a dog. My zodiac is Cancer, so at most, I can be his

running crab, not a lapdog.”

After saying this, James started laughing so hard that he almost cried.

Callum looked at James, who was laughing hysterically, and thought that birds of a feather indeed

flocked together. This guy was just as crazy as Magnus.

Callum couldn’t help but say, “I don’t care if you’re a lapdog or a running crab. But this is my turf, and

you guys are acting too arrogantly. Do you really take me for an easy target?”

James stopped laughing and adopted a humble demeanor. “Of course not, Duke Callum. It’s just that a

gentleman doesn’t covet another’s beloved. You took Natalia, and my friend, of course, wants to have a

word with you. He’s just being modest. If it were me, I would have already blown up your castle.”

James’ words nearly choked Callum. Did he just hear that right? This guy just called Magnus a modest

man.

What a joke! This was the biggest insult to the word 'modest'!

This young man was blatantly arrogant and was even threatening to blow up Callum’s castle. Did they

think Callum was a pushover?

Callum narrowed his eyes and gestured to the men behind him. "Since our friends here look down on

us, maybe they should show us what they've got?"

"Right!"

The line of men standing behind Callum quietly agreed, setting down their sniper rifles. With a series of

disassembles and reassembles, they conjured up a mortar launcher from thin air.

Well, it was a game of hardball indeed. Once the two sides began their battle, an explosive display of

power was guaranteed!

James, being the savvy man he was, recognized the tough competition they were up against. He

turned to Magnus. "Boss, it's your call now. Do we engage?"

Magnus didn't even bat an eyelid at the looming confrontation. He turned his gaze back to Natalia,

cradled in his arms, and asked softly, "Darling, what do you think? Do we fight or not?"