She swore to teach Maggie a lesson

Finally subdued, Millie was escorted out, and silence enveloped the room.

The staff busied themselves cleaning the aftermath, while several men tried to placate the still furious Sanford.

Rosalynn rushed to a visibly shaken Maggie.

“Maggie, are you alright?"

Struggling to regain her composure, Maggie offered a feeble smile “Rosalynn, I'm alright."

But the memory of Sanford's rage was undeniably unsettling.

His tenderness in bed was quite the contrast.

"Would you Like to accompany me home?" Rosalynn inquired.

Instead of responding, Maggie simply glanced to Sanford, Lounging on the plush sofa.

“Maggie, come here."

Sanford's countenance had regained its calm. He beckoned Maggie to him.

Despite the tendrils of fear twisting in her stomach, she obeyed, her steps hesitant.

A furrow of concern etched itself on Rosalynn's forehead as she moved to intervene, only to be halted by Brian.

“Rosalynn, don't meddle in this

Rosalynn's gaze fell on Maggie, now cradled in Sanford's arms, a glass of wine held to her lips.

They were both ordinary, both she and Maggie.

Amongst the girls present, they were distinctly out of place.

These privileged girls wore facades of cordiality, but their eyes held nothing but contempt when they fell on Maggie and Rosalynn

"Have something to eat." Brian extended a plate of food to Rosalynn.

“Thank you."

Accepting it, Rosalynn began to eat.