The misunderstandings between her and Brian had snowballed since that night at the club when she spent time with Barlow.

It wasn't until his mother's return that these misunderstandings had grown out of proportion.

Brian believed she trusted Barlow more, but he had never fully trusted her.

"What do you want to say, Rosalynn?" Sanford asked after he saw Rosalynn hesitate.

"Nothing," Rosalynn replied, forcing a smile.

“Let's go."

As they walked, Sanford wanted to say more but chose to remain silent.

He understood that some matters were best resolved between the two involved parties.

Outsiders like him could only provide limited insight.

As they walked back, they noticed the door to a private room swing open.

Inside, a plump young man was forcibly restraining a woman who was trying to leave.

"Jaelyn, the gathering is meant for fun, right? Why are you pretending to be innocent? We all know you've slept with men before. Why don't you have some fun with me? How about this? Spend one night with me, and I'll give you twenty thousand. Deal?"

He leered and moved in closer, attempting to kiss her against her will.

"Don't touch me!"

Jaelyn fought back vigorously and delivered a resounding slap across the man's face.

The man's large face was smacked sideways, and his expression changed abruptly.

“Jaelyn, how dare you slap me? You have got some nerve!"

As his words tumbled out, his hand shot up, ready to strike her across the face.

But before his hand could descend, Sanford sprang into action.

He grabbed the man's arm with a fierce grip, twisted it sharply, and pushed him away.