Could she really ask his help?

Maggie raised her eyes, studying Sanford with a hint of suspicion.

Wasn't he born in a rich family?

Did he have knowledge in the field of architecture as well?

Observing Maggie's doubtful expression, Sanford arched an eyebrow and began closing the distance between them.

“What are you thinking about? Do you believe I don't know anything? Why do I need to pretend to be knowledgeable? Hmm?"

His tone carried a subtle threat.

Maggie involuntarily took a step back and sank into the sofa, overwhelmed by his imposing presence.

She instantly shook her head, protesting, "No, not at all! That's not what I was thinking!"

She claimed that she wasn't?

Her expression differ from her words!

Sanford placed his hands on either side of the sofa, effectively trapping her.

“Ask me anything then."

“If you have any questions about the postgraduate entrance exams, feel free to ask. I'll try my best to help you out if you're unsure about any answers." Sanford stared at her eyes.

His warm breath brushed against her skin, stirring an odd mix of warmth and tingling sensations.

Maggie's heart beat faster.

Her eyes twinkled, she swallowed instinctively and proposed a technical question.

“What are the best methods to conserve historic structures in a modern landscape?"

Sanford thought for a while and answered fluently.

Maggie was taken aback by his articulate explanation.

So, he wasn't simply bluffing. He indeed had a grasp on architectural concepts.

“I'm not a playboy. From a young age, Brian and I were compelled by our parents to acquire all kinds of skills, the aim being to outperform others," Sanford explained.