“Could you please call Sanford and ask if he's with Maggie right now?"

Rosalynn requested coldly.

Brian was taken aback.

He complied without further inquiry, dialing Sanford's number.

After a lengthy delay, the call connected.

“Hi, Brian." Sanford's voice was rough and languid.

Brian scowled.

“Where are you?"

“I'm occupied. We'LL talk later."

"Are you with Maggie?" Brian detected a woman's moan in the background.

“How did you know?"

Brian turned to Look at Rosalynn's visibly unhappy expression.

“Why are you with Maggie? Did anything happen between the two of you?"

“Brian, Maggie was set up. I happened upon the scene. We..."

Sanford tried to explain to Brian, but before he could finish, Rosalynn snatched the phone away.

“Did you do something to Maggie?" she asked.

A moment of silence followed on the other end.

"Yes, but I wasn't the instigator. She was set up and wouldn't leave me alone—"

“And you seized the opportunity to sleep with her? That's a pathetic excuse."

Rosalynn's face was stone-cold, her eyes ablaze with fury. jo, I-"

‘m coming to get her right now," Rosalynn snapped, not wanting to hear Sanford's explanation.

“Don't bother. I'll bring her back later,” Sanford retorted.