At a certain point, Sanford stepped into the room.

Leaning casually against the wall, he observed Maggie with a calm demeanor.

His handsome features were partially shadowed by the ambient light, lending him an air of sophistication tinged with a hint of solemnity.

Maggie's heart skipped a beat as she noticed his arrival. Rising swiftly to her feet, she said, “I think we're done here."

"Indeed, you are. So can we leave now?" Sanford's voice remained composed, devoid of any discernible emotion.

"Alright."

Maggie nodded, her gaze shifting to Karl, uncertain of how to proceed.

After a momentary surprise, Karl composed himself.

Sanford's arrival was unexpected.

But it seemed Sanford and Maggie had already exchanged words, explaining Maggie's earlier remark.

Karl knew he was last.

With an inward sigh, Karl stood up, saying, “Maggie, I'll head out now. Give me a call if you need anything."

With a friendly smile, he left briskly.

Passing by Sanford, he gave a slight nod, catching the man's gaze before exiting without further words.

Sanford pressed his lips together, his gaze falling upon the dazed Maggie, his demeanor growing even colder.

"Don't just stand there," he urged.

Maggie snapped back to reality, her heart racing as she nodded and hastily gathered her belongings. With a nervous glance at Sanford, she took a step closer, trying to steady her trembling hands.

Noticing the two boxes of pastries in her hand, Sanford's expression darkened, his brows furrowing in disapproval. "What's this?" he questioned.

“Oh, um, these are... just some pastries from Wragos that Karl brought for me," she explained hesitantly, her words stumbling over each other in her haste.

Sanford's icy gaze bore into her, but he remained silent.