Turning his attention to Maggie, his gaze turned sinister.

Maggie felt her fingers clenching, her face draining of color. She was at a loss for words.

While she hadn't explicitly introduced Karl as her boyfriend, she hadn't refuted his claim either.

How could she navigate this situation with Sanford's inevitable anger?

“What a ludicrous statement! Mr. Robles, how dare you claim Maggie as your girlfriend now?" Karl's voice cut through the tension suddenly.

Sanford's cold gaze settled on him, emanating danger.

Undeterred, Karl continued, “Even if you and Maggie had a past, it's in the past. A woman as alluring as Maggie will naturally attract other suitors. Now that she's single and I'm pursuing her, why can't I be her boyfriend? Furthermore, don't forget that you're engaged. Stop harassing Maggie. If you want to win her back, call off your engagement first before pursuing her."

Despite his disdain for Sanford, Karl's words were aimed at safeguarding Maggie's reputation.

By asserting his pursuit of Maggie alongside Sanford's, he aimed to dispel any notion that she was Sanford's secret lover or keeping him as a toy boy.

Sanford grasped Karl's underlying message, though it only served to stoke the jealousy simmering within him.

Suppressing his emotions, Sanford redirected his attention to Cyrus.

"You don't need to divert my focus. I've presented you with two options. Have you made a decision?"

Cyrus had hoped that Sanford's anger would subside, but he was met with the grim reality that Sanford wasn't willing to let him off easily.

Swallowing nervously, Cyrus protested, "Mr. Robles, you can't harm me. You're breaking the law!"

Sanford squatted down, fixing Cyrus with a mocking gaze. “Let me illustrate with an example. Someone targeted Maggie, resulting in her being forced to leave me. Do you know where they ended up?"

"Where?" Cyrus asked, his voice trembling.

"I had them charged with trafficking illegal goods, and they're now behind bars. Would you like to join them?" Sanford's tone was cold, sending a chill down Cyrus's spine.

Stunned, Cyrus's face drained of color as fear gripped him.

Confronted with Sanford's steely resolve and considering his influential background, Cyrus knew there was no room for negotiation.

"Mr. Robles, I acknowledge my wrongdoing. Please forgive me. I beg for your mercy," he pleaded.