“What about Sanford? Was he in on it, too?"

Maggie thought back to Sanford's cold face and his distant behavior toward her. A fresh wave of sorrow washed over her.

Once again, Rosalynn understood.

“I'll get even with that bastard,” she said through gritted teeth.

"No, don't, Rosalynn," Maggie protested.

"I was planning to resign by the end of the month, anyway. I want to concentrate on my studies."

But Rosalynn wasn't the least bit mollified by this.

Karl interjected, “Who would be so terrible as to bully such a lovely girl? Tell me who it is, and I'll help you get back at him."

Rosalynn turned and narrowed her eyes at him.

Maggie, on the other hand, felt even more embarrassed now.

"Thank you, but that's not necessary.”

“Maggie, these guys are all tech elites. Maybe they could help."

Rosalynn leaned over and spoke to Karl in hushed voices, while Maggie looked on in confusion.

In another private room, everyone was still making fun of Monroe and Camila.

They were well on their way to getting soused.

Sanford sat in silence, twirling his glass in his hand. He was bored.

The image of Maggie floated in his mind.

She had betrayed him. He should be happy that these people had taught her a lesson and put her in her place. But why wasn't he happy at all?

He wasn't even relieved.

If anything, he felt an overwhelming urge to avenge her against these idiots.

“What are you thinking about, Sanford?" Millie asked after a while. She had long noticed that his mind was elsewhere.

Sanford took another sip of his wine and stared at the burgundy Liquid.