Yana's expression darkened, her facade crumbling. She pushed him away vehemently.

"Get Lost!"

The waiter's brow furrowed.

The realization dawned on him-her feigned frailty had been a ruse to attract a wealthy suitor.

Disgust crept into his thoughts. What audacity!

Yana hastily fastened her collar, her eyes reflecting a flicker of defiance.

She had painstakingly planned this encounter with Sanford, hoping to ensnare hin.

Wasn't he supposed to be an easy catch?

Why had he rejected her?

Casting a critical glance over her attire, Yana pondered on it.

Could her choice of clothing be the reason?

Sanford had experienced his fair share of women-maybe he preferred the innocent ones now.

That would explain his affection for Maggie.

Yana resolved she'd emulate Maggie's style next time.

She refused to believe she couldn't win Sanford's heart.

At S.W. Studio

"Rosalynn, Sanford brought us some takeout. Let's dine together,"

Maggie called out, interrupting Rosalynn's work.

Rosalynn set her work aside, eyebrows arching in surprise.

“Since when did Sanford turn considerate?"

“Perhaps he feels guilty about me losing sleep last night," Maggie suggested with a smile, Leading Rosalynn to the rest area.

As they began to relax, Rosalynn's phone interrupted the moment.