When Maggie noticed Karl's call, she swiftly wiped her mouth with a tissue and answered.

“Hey, Karl."

“Maggie, I'm in Skrix. Are you currently at the studio?"

Maggie blinked, responding, "You're not present at the studio, right?"

Karl familiarized himself with her Skrix schedule upon her return.

She hadn't anticipated his sudden visit to Skrix.

"Yes."

“Apologies, I'm dining with Rosalynn." Maggie expressed regretfully.

“No problem. Take your time and savor your meal. Will you be returning to the studio afterward?" Karl asked with a chuckle.

Maggie hesitated, initially not planning to return to the studio, but feeling obliged with Karl's presence.

"I'm nearly finished. I'll head back once I'm done," Maggie replied.

"Very well, I shall await your return.”

"See you then."

Following the call's conclusion, Maggie detected a chilling shift in the atmosphere surrounding her.

She instinctively turned her gaze toward Sanford, who was diligently chewing a slice of beef.

Though the beef was tender, he gnawed at it with an intensity reminiscent of teeth grinding.

Seated opposite her, Rosalynn inquired, “Was that call from Karl, Maggie?"

“Yes, indeed. He's presently in Skrix, awaiting my arrival at the studio."

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Sanford.

It seemed like there was a rival in love for Sanford.