The women eyed her with contempt.

“I knew it. Just look at her clothes. She doesn't resemble someone from a wealthy family, does she?"

"How on earth does Sanford know her?"

“Sanford wants us to socialize with her. Is he pursuing her?"

A group of well-dressed women gossiped about Maggie.

Maggie pursed her crimson Lips and nervously clenched her hands.

Her presence here was purely coincidental.

These upper-class individuals were insufferable.

"Millie, be careful. We've heard that Sanford once harbored a deep love for a woman of humble origins. Ordinary women like them can be cunning and adept at seducing men." One woman warned Millie.

Millie glared at Maggie coldly, as if she intended to annihilate her romantic rival.

Indeed, Sanford had once been enamored with a woman from a modest background.

However, that woman eventually accepted a large sum from Sanford's mother and severed ties with him.

From that moment on, Sanford became a playboy, cycling through girlfriends rapidly.

“Maggie? You should take a good look at yourself. Don't delude yourself into thinking you could ever be with someone as wealthy as Sanford.”

“Exactly. She's so slender. She lacks both a striking figure and a stunning face. How dare she covet Sanford?"

“Does anyone have a mirror for her?"

Maggie was left speechless.

The women sneered sarcastically.

Maggie's fingers tightened.

Having worked part-time in a tavern, she had encountered many affluent patrons.

While a select few were well-mannered, the majority were insufferably arrogant.

It seemed as if they considered themselves superior to others.