My Bossy CEO Husband

“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-dollar wine you spilled?” a woman mocked.
Maggie bit her lip, her face blanching.
Rosalynn surveyed the situation, understanding what had transpired.
“Maggie, did these people bully you?”
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 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?”
Upon hearing this, Maggie retorted, “You’re crossing a line. You tripped me deliberately, causing the wine to spill.”
“You’re accusing 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 hand comfortingly.
She then addressed Millie. “It’s just three hundred thousand dollars.

We’ll cover it. However, the person responsible for staining Maggie’s clothes should come 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.