Chapter 602


    “Maggie, where did you go? The wine issue isn’t resolved yet. Did you think you could escape?”


    Maggie’s face froze. “Didn’t Millie say that the issue would be resolved as long as I knelt and cleaned


    her shoes?”


    “Maggie, you messed up Millie’s shoes; it’s your responsibility to clean them We’re now discussing the


    wine. How are you going to reimburse the three-hundred-thousand-dor wine you spilled?” a woman


    mocked.


    Maggie bit her lip, her face nching.


    Rosalynn surveyed the situation, understanding what had transpired.


    “Maggie, did these people bully you?”


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    Maggie nodded and whispered, “Sanford’s ex-girlfriend, Millie, is in the private room. They intentionally


    made things difficult for me.


    Rosalynn’s 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, Millie’s face hardened.


    “Maggie, did you try to escape before settling the matter? How are you going topensate 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?”


    Upon hearing this, Maggie retorted, “You’re crossing a line. You tripped me deliberately, causing the


    wine to spill.”


    “You’re using us of tripping you deliberately? Do you have any proof? That excuse seems a bit


    weak,” Millie retorted, dripping with sarcasm.


    Maggie clenched her fists, unsure how to proceed.


    Rosalynn squeezed her handfortingly.


    She then addressed Millie. “It’s just three hundred thousand dors.


    We’ll cover it. However, the person responsible for staining Maggie’s clothes shoulde forward to


    clean them. Furthermore, who was it that injured her hand? Please step forward and fix it.”


    At her voice, everyone in the room turned to look at her.


    A man sauntered over, eyeing her Lecherously. “Ah, another pretty girl.


    Are you going to cover for Maggie? How about this? Spend the night with me, and I’ll let the wine


    matter slide…”


    The man’s hand was midway to Rosalynn’s face when she grabbed it.


    He yelped in pain, beads of sweat dotting his forehead.