Sanford enjoyed a good party, and his friends often concocted such harmless antics to keep the mood light and lively.

At this, Rosalynn withdrew her hand from Brian's.

"So, you celebrate your birthday the same way?"

The thought of him engaging in such intimacy with another woman brought an unexpected sting.

"Jealous?" Brian angled his head to study her face, a teasing smile playing on his Lips.

With a stern expression, she retorted, "Don't flatter yourself. It just a question." s

“Really? You seem rather upset." Brian lifted his hand, intending to touch her face.

Rosalynn evaded him, her glare sharp.

His chuckle was a low rumble in his chest as he leaned in to whisper, “Don't worry. Nobody dares to ask me to follow that tradition at my parties.”

Hearing this, relief washed over Rosalynn, though she took care not to let it show on her face.

"So, they're all scared of you?"

“Yes. But you're the only one I'm afraid of.”

Rosalynn was Left speechless.

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a new arrival.

"Ah, the energy in this place!"

A vision in black, Millie appeared, the off-the-shoulder dress she wore accentuating her elegance.

Her gaze swept the room before latching onto Sanford and Maggie, her chest rising and falling in subtle agitation.

"Millie."

Her name echoed as a few women, familiar faces in the crowd, rose and approached her.

Millie mustered a forced smile before she strutted towards Sanford.

"Sanford, a joyous birthday to you!"

Sanford's brows knitted in confusion.