She was none other than Yana.

Her embarrassment surfaced when she noted Sanford's lack of recognition.

“Mr. Robles, it seems you've forgotten. You saved me two days ago."

Yana was a beacon of beauty, as many around her affirmed since her youth.

Shouldn't she be a face to remember?

Why couldn't Sanford place her?

Sanford's eyes took a calculated sweep of her, and realization struck— he had indeed crossed paths with her.

“Ahh, I remember now," Sanford acknowledged, preparing to continue on his way.

Yana hastened to intercept him.

"Mr. Robles, what a coincidence bumping into you here. Would you mind if we became friends, maybe engage in conversation?"

She had managed to track his movements. Knowing his business trip brought him to the neighboring city, she raced over to orchestrate this serendipitous encounter.

Sanford had a reputation as a playboy. Surely, he would find her interesting!

Sanford, however, brushed off her hand, his expression icy.

“Miss, I've had my share of encounters like this. I believe my taste isn't that lacking. I don't wish to engage with you."

Yana's face fell at his blunt refusal. As he sauntered away, she hastened to match his strides.

"I understand your selective preference for women. However, didn't you fancy Maggie, an ordinary girl? Without giving it a try, how will you know if there's a spark between us?"

Sanford halted at her words.

"Who are you, exactly?"

Yana fixed her gaze on his striking face, coaxing an alluring smile onto her lips.

“I'm Yana. Maggie’s cousin.”

Yana?

Sanford's eyes narrowed, the name stirring recollections.