âMaggie, where did you go? The wine issue isnât resolved yet.
Did you think you could escape?â
Maggieâs face froze.
âDidnât Millie say that the issue would be resolved as long as I knelt and cleaned her shoes?â
âMaggie, you messed up Millieâs shoes; itâs your responsibility to clean them Weâre now discussing the wine.
How are you going to reimburse the three-hundred-thousand-dollar wine you spilled?â a woman mocked.
Maggie bit her lip, her face blanching.
Rosalynn surveyed the situation, understanding what had transpired.
âMaggie, did these people bully you?â
Maggie nodded and whispered, âSanfordâs ex-girlfriend, Millie, is in the private room.
They intentionally made things difficult for me.
Rosalynnâs eyes darkened, and she Led Maggie into the private room.
Inside the room, Millie was lounging in a chair, waiting for her friends to bring Maggie back for more torment.
On seeing Maggie enter with Rosalynn, Millieâs face hardened.
âMaggie, did you try to escape before settling the matter? How are you going to compensate for the wine? Would you prefer to do a striptease, or should I introduce you to some men to help you pay off your debt?â
Upon hearing this, Maggie retorted, âYouâre crossing a line.
You tripped me deliberately, causing the wine to spill.
â
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âYouâre accusing us of tripping you deliberately? Do you have any proof? That excuse seems a bit weak,â Millie retorted, dripping with sarcasm.
Maggie clenched her fists, unsure how to proceed.
Rosalynn squeezed her hand comfortingly.
She then addressed Millie.
âItâs just three hundred thousand dollars.
Weâll cover it.
However, the person responsible for staining Maggieâs clothes should come forward to clean them.
Furthermore, who was it that injured her hand? Please step forward and fix it.
â
At her voice, everyone in the room turned to look at her.
A man sauntered over, eyeing her Lecherously.
âAh, another pretty girl.
Are you going to cover for Maggie? How about this? Spend the night with me, and Iâll let the wine matter slideâ¦â
The manâs hand was midway to Rosalynnâs face when she grabbed it.
He yelped in pain, beads of sweat dotting his forehead.