"Yes. Do you require my assistance?"

Maggie's fingers curled up. After a moment, she summoned her courage and asked, "Could you help me investigate someone?"

She wanted to verify if Sanford was residing in Owmale Hotel in the neighboring city, as Yana had claimed.

“Sure, just a moment. I'll check for you."

It was a simple task for Hutton.

He gestured for Maggie to wait on the couch and began to probe into Sanford's whereabouts.

Soon, he found the information.

"Indeed, the person you're inquiring about is currently in Room 8038, Owmale Hotel in the neighboring city.”

Hearing this, Maggie felt her head spin.

Sanford was at the hotel.

Even the room number matched!

The hotel wouldn't disclose the guests’ details. If Yana hadn't encountered Sanford, she wouldn't have known his location.

Thus, Yana hadn't Lied!

Had she actually slept with Sanford?

Maggie's vision began to blur once more.

How could this happen?

Why did it have to be Yana?

"Don't cry!"

Seeing Maggie's teary eyes, Hutton was at a loss.

Maggie wiped her tears, rose to her feet and said, “Thank you, Hutton. I must leave now."

Maggie's weary steps dragged her up the stairs, her mind still shrouded in a haze. As she entered into the vacant room, a wave of unease washed over her, urging her to flee. The space felt suffocating, and an overwhelming desire to escape coursed through her veins.

She could not bear to be with someone who could be easily snatched away by Yana.