Cyrus scoffed, circling her like a predator. He reached out, a lewd scratch landing on her hip.

“Drop the act, Maggie! Didn't the rich boy ditch you already? Well, you're not exactly a virgin, are you? Cute little buttocks, though!"

Maggie seethed with anger and humiliation, her hand connecting with Cyrus's cheek in a resounding slap.

"Cyrus, you are despicable! Shame on you!" she spat, her voice quivering with fury.

Cyrus recoiled slightly from the force of the blow, a flicker of rage crossing his features.

Without hesitation, he seized Maggie's wrist and forcefully pinned her against a nearby wall.

"Shame on me? You're nothing but a slut," he retorted venomously.

“What's wrong with me touching your butt? After all, when you sleep with a wealthy man, aren't you essentially selling yourself? You called me despicable, right? Well, let me show you what true depravity looks like!”

With that, he leaned in and forcefully kissed Maggie.

“Let me go!" Maggie struggled against his grip, managing to dodge his advances before delivering a swift kick to his vulnerable area.

Cyrus howled in agony, releasing her as he doubled over in pain, clutching his injured groin.

“Bitch, how dare you harm me? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Cyrus lunged towards Maggie with a menacing glare, intent on delivering a punishing blow.

"Stop!" A commanding voice rang out, halting Cyrus in his tracks.

Before he could react, a firm grip seized his wrist, forcefully pulling him away from Maggie. Stunned, Cyrus stumbled backward.

Maggie, her eyes closed in anticipation of a blow, opened them in surprise at the sound of the familiar voice. "Karl!"

Karl's stern expression softened slightly as he turned his gaze towards her. “Are you alright?" he inquired, his concern evident in his tone.

"I'm fine," Maggie reassured Karl with a shake of her head.

Karl nodded in acknowledgment before inquiring, "What brings you here?"

"I have some matters to discuss with the factory director. And you?"