Maggie responded softly.

“Yet, there will be no immediate profits either!" Sanford argued, purposefully playing devil's advocate.

"That may be true, but this investment will undoubtedly yield dividends in the long run. One must not be shortsighted, but rather, consider the long-term development," Maggie countered hastily.

Sanford chuckled, "Maggie, you've just become the owner of that factory, and now you're lecturing me?"

"Then, will you invest or not?" Maggie asked, her voice soft and gentle.

"That will depend on your performance," he stated firmly.

Was he talking about her performance again?! Maggie curled her lips and replied, “I'm doing this for Rosalynn's sake!"

“Even so, it hinges on your performance," Sanford insisted.

Maggie blinked, then intertwined her fingers with his, asking, “Will you invest, San?"

The sudden motion caused Sanford to tremble, and he hastily applied the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop.

Fortunately, the road they were on was relatively secluded, with no other vehicles or pedestrians in sight.

Sanford leaned slightly towards Maggie, his gaze intense and piercing.

"You've become quite the mischievous one, Meg! Tell me, have you been mingling with those bold foreigners during your time abroad, and have you become more open-minded as a result?"

Maggie grinned and shook her head. “No, not at all."

Sanford's gaze grew intense. "I doubt that."

She would never sound so enticing and sweet in the past. Her soft, sweet voice had instantly stirred something inside him.

Maggie's eyes sparkled with affection as she gently squeezed his hand.

She said, “I just want to know: are you in or out?"

She was sure he enjoyed these playful exchanges, so she kept putting the moves on him.

Sanford shot her a meaningful look before reaching for a button.