Chapter 521


    Sanford extricated himself from the woman’s grip on his clothes and proceeded to straighten his attire.


    With a coy blink, Yana pulled down her cor, exposing more of herself. “Thank you for saving me.”


    Sanford cast a sidelong nce at her, his departure as nonchnt as a passing breeze.


    Seizing his hand, Yana clutched her chest, her voice wavering. “I…I’m unwell.”


    Beneath his affable facade, Sanford harbored a fiery temper, his yboy exterior contrasting with his


    true nature.


    Summoning his patience, he queried, “What ails you?”


    “I…I’m asthmatic. My inhaler-it’s in my bag.”


    “And where might your bag be?” Sanford inquired.


    “In the private room. Would you apany me to retrieve it?”


    Yana’s attempt at appearing feeble was transparent, her body Leaning toward Sanford as if seeking


    sce.


    Anticipating her move, Sanford intercepted a waiter striding past.


    Yana stumbled into the waiter’s arms as Sanford deftly sidestepped.


    “This woman requires assistance. Apany her to fetch her medicine


    If her condition worsens, call an ambnce,” Sanford ordered and strode away.


    The waiter, now burdened with Yana, questioned, “Where is your private room? I’ll apany you.”


    Yana’s expression darkened, her facade crumbling. She pushed him away vehemently. “Get Lost!”


    The waiter’s brow furrowed.


    The realization dawned on him-her feigned frailty had been a ruse to attract a wealthy suitor.


    Disgust crept into his thoughts. What audacity!


    Yana hastily fastened her cor, her eyes reflecting a flicker of defiance.


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    She had painstakingly nned this encounter with Sanford, hoping to ensnare hin.


    Wasn’t he supposed to be an easy catch?