It was uncomfortable to think about.

Yet, things had taken quite a turn.

Who would've guessed that she, once fired by the boss's future wife, would now be in the company of the boss himself?

Lost in her thoughts, Maggie didn't realize Sanford stopped walking, and she ended up bumping right into him.

He caught her in his arms, playfully tapped her nose, and said, “Daydreaming? You should keep an eye on where you're going.”

Silently, Maggie nodded.

The cluster of gossiping waiters froze, their eyes growing wide as they stared at the couple.

Sanford turned to them, his gaze icy.

“Refrain from gossiping about my future wife behind my back. Otherwise, you might learn a harsh Lesson."

The future wife of the boss?

Was he referring to Maggie?

The waiters, taken aback, quickly averted their gazes and responded with respect.

Maggie's heart raced. The happiness she was feeling seemed almost too good to be true. She feared it might be a fleeting moment of bliss.

As the trio was about to enter Sanford's private room, a tentative temale voice echoed from behind.

“Sanford?”

Sanford came to a halt, pulling Maggie closer into his embrace.

Catching a glimpse of his subtly changing expression, Maggie turned around, intrigued.

A woman stood behind them, donning a flowing white dress, her long hair dancing in the breeze.

Her face was oval-shaped, her eyes radiating warmth and tenderness.

There was an air of refinement about her.

Was she...?

Approaching at a leisurely pace, the woman softly called out, “Sanford.”