Jeffry's true identity had been exposed so quickly?

What a useless man he turned out to be!

“Yana, are you still pretending to be innocent and defending yourself? Just listen."

Standing beside Maggie, Sanford took out his phone and played a recording of Jeffry confessing to his instructions.

Yana listened in silence, realizing that denying the truth would be futile. Resigned to her fate, she decided to strike back.

30 what? Maggie, a wretched person like you deserves a gambler!"

"Yana!" Sanford shouted angrily. He wanted to confront her, but Maggie held him back.

“Enough. Now that you admit to instructing Jeffry, there's one more thing. You claimed to have slept with Sanford. Are the photos you showed me real?" Maggie questioned, hoping Yana would confess voluntarily.

“Of course! They are real!" Yana's eyes gleamed. She glanced at Sanford deliberately and continued, "Didn't you describe Maggie as stiff and boring in bed?"

Sanford's handsome face darkened.

“Yana, I won't lay a hand on a woman, but if you continue spewing nonsense, I might be forced to! Do you still have the photos? Show me!"

Yana felt a wicked satisfaction seeing his dejected expression.

“Oh, you're angry now! Why would I keep the photos? I've deleted them, of course! What? Are you still eager to hit me? If you do, it'll only reveal your guilt!”

No one else could possess what she couldn’t have.

She intended to strike a deep blow to Maggie's heart, ensuring she would remember it forever.

"Yana, you brought this upon yourself," Sanford seethed, on the verge of lashing out at her.

“Sanford, step aside." Rosalynn's voice came from behind him.

Sanford hesitated and turned to face Rosalynn.

With a stern expression, Rosalynn approached Yana, one step at a time.

“If you were to strike her, your hands would become dirty. It's unnecessary."

Sanford furrowed his brow.

"So we just let her continue slandering me like this?"