On the other hand, Yana was left humiliated by Sanford.

Yana's features contorted as she recalled her humiliation in the hotel.

Suppressing her rage, she turned to Maggie, her smile seemingly strained.

“This is a nice place. I'll be the hostess of this place soon."

Maggie's expression altered once more.

“Yana, what are you implying?"

“I'm implying that I've slept with Sanford."

Maggie's face paled significantly.

As she met Yana's defiant gaze, her chest rose and fell in agitation "That's impossible! Yana, you're lying.”

"You don't believe me? Look, this is the gift he bought for me."

Yana gestured at the necklace around her neck, her smile inscrutable.

“He's currently residing in Room 8038 of Owmale Hotel in the neighboring city. I have intimate pictures of us together. Want to see them?"

Maggie's face turned ashen

Yana retrieved her phone and displayed a photo.

The photo showed a man and a woman engaged in intimate acts.

Maggie observed the woman's face. It was indeed Yana.

And the man's face...

Maggie focused on the man's side profile, her eyes growing red-rimmed.

The man's profile was unmistakably attractive. It was Sanford!

“Maggie, Sanford mentioned that you were unresponsive in bed, only moving when he initiated. But I satisfy him. He instructed me not to disclose our relationship to you, but I couldn't resist. Maggie, you're barely fit to shine my shoes!"

Yana put her phone away.

Maggie's eyes filled with tears. Abruptly, she hurled the trash bag at Yana and lunged at her.