“Maggie, how can you place your trust in a notorious womanizer?"

Maggie balled her fists.

"Yes, I trust him! Even if you were the Last woman in the world, he wouldn't choose you!"

"Maggie!"

"Get out, now! Don't force me to throw you out!"

Maggie shoved her to the front door.

Yana, pushed to the corridor, nearly stumbled.

She quickly braced herself against the wall.

Glaring at the closed door, her expression contorted.

“Maggie, just you wait," she silently vowed.

She retrieved her phone and sent a text.

“Have you completed the task I assigned you?"

After enduring humiliation from Sanford in the hotel, she no longer harbored any expectations of winning him over.

Of course, the pictures she showed Maggie were falsified.

She had hired a man, replaced his face with Sanford's, and taunted Maggie purposefully.

Who did Maggie think she was?

Maggie wouldn't Lay her hands on what she couldn't obtain!

Inside the room, Maggie leaned against the door, her eyes filled with tears.

The silence was deafening.

She gazed vacantly into the room, her heart heavy.

While she had stated that she trusted Sanford, she had only said it to prevent Yana from mocking her.

Yana was right. There were indeed pictures of them together in bed on her phone.