My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 927

Chapter: 927

What did they take her for?

Taking a bold step forward from behind Sanford, Maggie squared her shoulders, meeting Millie’s

venomous glare. “I have no intention of meddling in your wedding plans.”

Millie Looked at her with hatred in her eyes. “Is that so? Why are you here then? Don’t try to play the

saint, Maggie. We both know you’re nothing more than a home-wrecker. I’m even offering you to stay

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as his mistress, and you still dare to act all high and mighty?”

Her insult hung heavily in the air, a poisonous fog of contempt.

Maggie’s breath hitched, her fists balling at her sides.

“Enough! Sanford barked, effectively silencing Millie’s tirade.

“What’s between Maggie and me is none of your business. I will not marry you because I do not wish

to. Now, kindly show yourself out.” ut

‘Out. I won’t ask again.” Sanford’s aura transformed, radiating an intimidating resolve.

Millie’s heart sank as she glanced at Sanford. Overwhelmed by emotion, she instinctively covered her

face and ran away, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Confused, Sanford rubbed his forehead and turned to face Maggie.

“I’m sorry, Maggie. We…”

“It’s none of my business. I’m leaving now.”

Maggie just wanted to get away from this situation as quickly as possible. She didn’t want any future

contact with Sanford after what had happened.

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After saying that, she lowered her head and hurriedly walked away.

Sanford hesitated, his lips parting as if he wanted to call her back, but ultimately, he remained silent.

He couldn’t blame anyone but himself.

It was his own Lack of composure that led him to reconcile with Millie without uncovering the truth.

Now, any hope of restoring Maggie’s previous attitude toward him seemed impossible.

Maggie ascended the stairs. When she reached Rosalynn’s apartment, her mind was still preoccupied.

Rosalynn had finished her breakfast and was preparing to leave for work when she noticed Maggie’s

troubled demeanor. She raised an eyebrow curiously.

“Is the ginger soup ready?”