“Sanford.”

“What message did you send earlier? Why did you withdraw it?" Sanford asked gently.

Maggie bit her lip.

“It's nothing.”

“What did you send?" Sanford inquired once more.

“Oh, I just wanted to know if you had arrived," Maggie hastily replied, afraid that he might grow impatient.

"Yes, I have. I'm currently at the hotel, and I'm leaving to discuss the cooperation," Sanford responded.

Maggie nodded obediently, though he couldn't see her.

There was a brief silence on the phone, during which their shallow breaths became audible.

Suddenly, both of them found themselves at a Loss for words.

Maggie tightened her grip on the phone.

“Well, take care of yourself. Don't overexert or drink too much."

“Okay, I'll end the call now."

“Okay.”

On the other end of the line, Sanford glanced at his phone and couldn't help but smile.

He had assumed she would no longer be concerned about him.

“Mr. Robles, it's almost time for your meeting with the client. We should leave immediately," his assistant reminded him.

Sanford pocketed his phone, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed out.

As they reached the hallway, a man approached them.

“Mr. Robles!"

Sanford's eyes held a bewildered look as he regarded the woman striding towards him.

“Who might you be?"