Maggie's demeanor grew stiff. How could he call her Miss Angie?

Maggie couldn't tell if it was a harmless tease or subtle mockery.

Thinking Sanford was opting for the latter, Millie became complacent.

She was about to link her arm with Sanford's when he gave her the side-eye, prompting her to drop the idea and withdraw her arm.

Sanford turned to Maggie, who remained unmoving. "Aren't you going to finish taking her measurements?"

Collecting herself, Maggie finally met his gaze and said firmly, “You can file a complaint if you want, but I refuse to fulfill Miss Brook's absurd request."

Sanford's eyes narrowed. “What request?"

Slight panic flashed in Millie's eyes, prompting her to explain.

“Isn't this a design studio, Sanford? Since they do customization for their clients, I expected her to honor my preferences since this is my wedding dress. I suppose she already knows that because it'll help boost her reputation and-"

"What request did you make?" Sanford interrupted her rambling, his impatience showing.

After hesitating for a moment, Millie said, “She was about to take measurements of my lower body when I suggested she kneel down to measure it properly."

She tried to make it seem like it was a harmless request, but her real intention was to bully Maggie into leaving Skrix.

But she was worried Sanford might see through her excuse and get upset with her. If so, would he side with Maggie?

"You won't do it?" Sanford asked, regarding Maggie sternly.

"No," Maggie asserted.

Although she looked calm, her nerves were taut, dreading the possibility that he would force her to do it in the next moment.

Tension filled the silence that followed.

Millie felt satisfied that Sanford didn't side with Maggie like she feared.

He must also be toying with Maggie to make her leave Skrix.

Without Maggie in the picture, things would return to how they were used to be.