The man paused, scrutinizing Sanford before his expression turned into one of apprehension. re you Sanford Robles?"

“Get lost!"

“Yes, yes, I'm Leaving now."

The man gave the woman one last look before hastily departing.

“He's gone. You can Let go of me now.”

Sanford extricated himself from the woman's grip on his clothes and proceeded to straighten his attire.

With a coy blink, Yana pulled down her collar, exposing more of herself.

“Thank you for saving me."

Sanford cast a sidelong glance at her, his departure as nonchalant as a passing breeze.

Seizing his hand, Yana clutched her chest, her voice wavering.

"I...I'm unwell.”

Beneath his affable facade, Sanford harbored a fiery temper, his playboy exterior contrasting with his true nature.

Summoning his patience, he queried, "What ails you?"

"I...I'm asthmatic. My inhaler-it's in my bag."

“And where might your bag be?" Sanford inquired.

“In the private room. Would you accompany me to retrieve it?”

Yana's attempt at appearing feeble was transparent, her body Leaning toward Sanford as if seeking solace.

Anticipating her move, Sanford intercepted a waiter striding past.

Yana stumbled into the waiter's arms as Sanford deftly sidestepped.

"This woman requires assistance. Accompany her to fetch her medicine

If her condition worsens, call an ambulance," Sanford ordered and strode away.

The waiter, now burdened with Yana, questioned, "Where is your private room? I'll accompany you.”