My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 784

Chapter: 784

He Looked down at Millie with knowing eyes.

For some reason, Millie felt herself bristling under that gaze.

She couldn’t tell for sure whether he was agreeing to her request or not.

She was just about to persuade him when Sanford spoke. “I have investments here in Atera

Restaurant, and you are my future wife. If you want to fire an employee, just go ahead and do so. You

don’t need to ask for my permission in the future.”

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Millie beamed in delight.

For a moment there, she thought Sanford would side with his former paramour.

It seemed that he no Longer cared about Maggie, after all.

She turned around and raised a haughty eyebrow at Maggie. “Did you hear that? You’re fired! Get out

of here!”

Maggie chanced one more glance at Sanford, grief surging in her chest.

Thankfully, she was able to hold back her tears. She promptly turned around and made for the door.

“Wait! You stomped on me and dirtied my shoes. It‘s only right that you clean them before you leave.”

Camila didn’t intend to let Maggie go, so she stopped her arrogantly

“Hey! Don’t you know that my girlfriend’s shoes are a Limited edition?

I had to buy them from abroad. Now, you can either pay for them or wipe them clean,” Monroe quickly

chimed in.

At this time, Maggie could just clench her fists and take a deep breath to suppress the sense of

humiliation in her heart.

Then, she slowly turned around and walked to Camila.

Looking at the small footprint that marked on the white high-heeled shoe, Maggie carefully squatted

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down and decided to wipe it with a duster cloth.

“What do you think you’re doing? Do you intend to use that dirty rag to wipe my shoe? Use your hand!”

Camila raised her voice, acting haughtily.

Maggie bit her lip tightly as tears streamed down uncontrollably from her flushed face.

After a moment of hesitation, she threw the duster cloth aside and slowly reached out her hand to wipe

off the dirt from the shoe.

At this point, Sanford’s indifferent face gradually darkened.

Out of nowhere, he kicked the empty chair beside him and said in a cold voice, “Are you guys not

thinking? Do you want me to get sick? She will her serve us the dishes with the hands that she used to

wipe your shoes?”