My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter: 870
His tone was laced with a hint of mockery, his lips curling into a slight smirk, yet his gaze remained cold.
Upon recognizing the voice, Blake swiveled to face Sanford. Taking in Sanford’s distinguished demeanor, his eyes widened.
“Who might you be?”
Sanford strutted over to Maggie and said in an arrogant tone, “I’m the lover you’ve been referring to, and the one responsible for
your daughter’s admission to the psychiatric hospital.”
Blake’s expression changed, and he suddenly adopted a more respectful demeanor.
“Oh, you must be Mr. Robles. Yana‘s lack of discretion led her to offend you. Please accept our apologies.”
He had visited his daughter the previous day and was fully aware of the incident from her account.
He understood that she had been sent to the psychiatric hospital by Sanford because she had harmed Maggie.
While Blake had a small factory in their hometown, he couldn’t help but feel insignificant compared to the influential Robles
family in Wragos.
“Your daughter may be thoughtless, but being older, are you equally thoughtless?”
Sanford remained nonchalant in the face of Blake’s words. He cast a sidelong glance at Maggie and pulled her towards him.
“You’ve thrown around the term ‘lover’ quite a bit, yet do you comprehend its implications? Since I‘m not married now, why can’t I
be in a relationship with Maggie? If you’d prefer your daughter not to reside indefinitely in the psychiatric hospital, I’d suggest you

curb your temper and watch your words and actions!”
His tone dripped with frosty disdain. Blake felt a stab of humiliation at being reprimanded by someone younger
However, considering Sanford’s status, he had no choice but to stomach the affront.
“Mr. Robles, you’ve detained my daughter for a full day now. Can you consider releasing her?”
Sanford gave him a cold look and retorted, “Your daughter has been tormenting my Maggie since they were kids. A short stay in
the psychiatric hospital is far from enough to make up for the harm she’s caused.”
Blake’s heart sank, and he struggled to keep his composure as he asked, “How long do you intend to keep my daughter in the
psychiatric hospital?”
Looking at Maggie, Sanford smiled and inquired, “How Long do you think it will take? It depends on our mood.”
Maggie cast her gaze downward, her heart racing as she absorbed Sanford’s words.
She felt a gentle caress of warm breath against her ear, igniting a tingling sensation in her heart.
The arm draped over her shoulder held her gently, its warmth seeping into her.
She yearned to distance herself from him, yet found herself drawn to remain in his vicinity Longer.