Having worked there for a decade, he was well-informed about the Shear family's history.

Maggie offered a smile. “May I come in?"

“Let's get you registered first." The guard retrieved the registration book and gestured for her to sign in.

Just then, a voice boomed from the entrance.

“Bobby, who's this hot lady looking for?"

The man cast a casual glance at Maggie's profile. Her brow furrowed in response.

It was Cyrus Flores, her aunt's nephew. He'd been a factory mechanic since graduating.

In the past, thanks to his connection with Blake, this man had wielded immense power, lording over the factory.

Now, on her first visit back, she encounters related to his uncle.

What bad luck!

"You don't recognize her? This is Maggie, Mr. Shear's niece." the guard said.

Recognition flickered across Cyrus's face.

“Ah, Maggie! Long time no see! You've gotten even prettier."

His gaze swept over her, blatantly objectifying her.

Maggie ignored his comment. She registered her name and returned the book to the guard. "May I enter now?"

“Of course," the guard replied.

Maggie offered a curt thanks and walked past Cyrus.

Cyrus' face contorted. He lunged out, attempting to block her path.

"Hold on, Maggie! You just came back, and already so cold? Stop ignoring me. Or is it because some rich guy's spoiled you rotten? Think you're too good for me now? How arrogant."

Maggie scowled. "Excuse me," she said, her voice firm.