Sanford's smile, however, was as frigid as the air around them as he glanced at her phone.

"Maggie, you appear to be occupied. Would you like to bid farewell to your ‘boyfriend’ properly before we leave?"

His keen eyes had caught her messaging Karl, and her somber expression did not escape his notice.

Why that look? Was Maggie really considering Karl as a backup plan?

“No, Sanford, don't misunderstand," Maggie hastily clarified. “Earlier at the factory, someone verbally attacked me, accusing me of being your kept woman. Karl stepped in, claiming to be my boyfriend, to defend me."

Sanford couldn't ignore the pang of jealousy that surged within him.

“Hmm, your Karl certainly knows how to play the gallant knight,"

Sanford remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Maggie, I suppose you're feeling rather pleased with yourself, aren't you? Having someone pursue you must be quite the ego boost, I imagine."

Upon hearing Sanford's sarcastic tone, Maggie wanted to retort but ultimately held her tongue.

He was angry right now, and she knew better than to stir the pot. It was best to let him cool down first.

Sanford glanced at her, noting her submissive and downcast expression.

He took a deep breath, trying to quell the jealousy bubbling within him.

"I'LL cancel my engagement with Millie, so mo one will call you my mistress anymore," he said.

Remembering how he had just stood up for her, Maggie felt a warmth spread through her heart.

But recalling Millie's previous actions, she clenched her fists.

"No need. I said I would chase after you, and I'll handle this myself," she replied firmly.

Sanford didn't expect that and was momentarily taken aback.

"You'll handle it? How exactly do you plan to do that?"

“I'UL make Millie voluntarily break off the engagement with you,"

Maggie replied, her voice steady.