That aligned precisely with Millie's intentions.

A glint flickered in Millie's eyes. "I've heard rumors that Maggie has a suitor who's been guarding her at Sanford's branch factory today. If Sanford discovers her association with that man, will his love for her endure?"

Meeting her gaze, Jaelyn inquired, “Are you suggesting we set Maggie up?"

Millie sneered. "What? Set up? I simply aim to assist you in solidifying your position."

After a pause, noticing Jaelyn's silence, Millie continued, "Jaelyn, as long as Maggie leaves Sanford, you'll remain the woman he loves most, and I'll still be his fiancée. I'm willing to accept your constant presence in Sanford. After all, men can be capricious. With you by his side, he won't seek out mew companions every day. Henceforth, let's live in peace and deal with Maggie together. How does that sound?"

Millie's eyes gleamed with cunning intent. Following a brief silence, Jaelyn inquired, "What do you expect from me?"

"You can..."

At the Robles Group, Sanford attended two meetings in the afternoon, the weight of his responsibilities evident in the slight weariness etched on his face.

As he returned to his office, he gazed out through the large French window. The winter night descended early. Despite the clock barely striking five, darkness had already draped itself over the cityscape like a velvet cloak.

Immersed in some paperwork, Maggie's cheerful visage danced across his thoughts, a ray of warmth amidst the cold evening.

A gentle smile tugged at his lips, dispelling some of the fatigue that had settled upon him like a heavy shroud. It was time to go home and have dinner with his girlfriend.

“Mr. Robles, it's almost time for your appointment with Mr. Foster from the Foster Group," his assistant reminded him, pushing the door open slightly.

"Cancel it," Sanford instructed firmly, his mind already set on other matters.

With a swift movement, he retrieved his coat and strode purposefully out of the office, anticipation quickening his steps.

As he descended in the elevator to the ground floor, a familiar figure caught his eye.

His smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression.

“Why are you here?" he asked sharply, his voice echoing slightly in the lobby's quiet.

Jaelyn, standing there with a mixture of hope and sorrow, said, “Sanford, I'm waiting for you."

“But why?" His tone icy and eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her.

“I'm leaving. Can you have dinner with me one last time?" she asked softly with her eyes pleading.