“Isn't this your woman? You sure have good taste in womel

Sanford didn't spare a moment to ponder who might be sending him the messages. He immediately dialed Maggie's number and fumed while he waited for her to pick up.

The line rang twice.

"Hello, who is this?"

It was a man's voice. A murderous glint entered Sanford's dark eyes.

“Who the hell are you? Give the phone to Maggie!"

There was a beat of silence before the man spoke again.

"Maggie is in the bathroom at the moment. You may leave a message with me, and I'LL pass it on to her when she returns."

The man spoke as though he were very familiar with Maggie. Too familiar.

If one didn't know any better, they might even presume that the two had an intimate bond.

Sanford sneered at the thought, anger surging in his heart.

He ended the call without saying another word.

So, Maggie had gone and had a good time with another man while he was away.

It was no wonder that she had insisted on getting a part-time job.

She had likely thought that her job as a waitress would afford her ample opportunities to meet more men.

Jeffry looked up just as Maggie exited the bathroom. He quietly put her phone down and acted Like nothing had happened.

Maggie sat down and Looked around.

"Where is my brother?"

Jeffry smiled.

"He said that he was full and insisted on Leaving first."

The smile on Maggie's face froze for a second.

“I'd like to thank you again for your help earlier. Well, are you done with your food? We should head out.”