Millie screamed in agony as the fight escalated into a chaotic tussle of hairs and ears.

Meanwhile, Sanford watched the scene unfold from the sofa, casually taking a sip of wine, his eyes filled with disdain.

Brian's words lingered in his mind as he pondered over the situation, his expression unreadable.

He interrupted suddenly. “That's enough!"

Jaelyn and Millie clutched at each other's hair, panting heavily.

"Let me go, Millie!"

"You first!"

"On the count of three."

They exchanged fierce glares before releasing each other simultaneously.

Jaelyn, noticing her torn clothes, straightened up and settled beside Sanford, nervously biting her lower lip.

Glancing at him, she felt a pang of disappointment as he remained indifferent.

In truth, when Millie lunged, he could have easily intervened.

But he chose not to.

"Millie, are you that eager to become my wife?"

Sanford casually swirled his glass.

With a frustrated expression, Millie adjusted her clothes. Feeling hurt by his words, she protested, “Sanford, I really love you!"

Sanford's eyes narrowed slightly as he took a sip of wine. “Okay, go back now. I'll take you to pick out a wedding dress."

Hearing Sanford's words, Millie couldn't believe her ears.

“Sanford, are you for real?"

He had just offered to go with her to pick out a wedding dress.