My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 602

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-dollar wine you spilled?” a woman

mocked.

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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.

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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.