“Maggie, the patrons in Room 338 have specifically requested for your service. You must attend to them."

The occupants of Room 338 were none other than Millie and her entourage.

Maggie bit her lip and asked, "Could I perhaps decline?”

She had a gut feeling that Joyce would purposely create problems for her.

“How dare you refuse the patrons’ request? Hurry up. Your duty is to serve their meal. Stop dawdling," the manager demanded impatiently.

Left without a choice, Maggie took a deep breath and reluctantly pushed open the door of Room 338.

Inside, the individuals seated around the table were immersed in jovial conversations.

Upon her entrance, one of the men commanded, “Come here and uncork this bottle of red wine."

Maggie collected the red bottle from the table, proceeded to the Long table, and uncorked it.

Next, she carefully decanted the wine.

As she was about to place the decanter on the table, someone intentionally tripped her.

She stumbled, and the wine splashed onto one of the patron's Legs.

“I'm sorry." Maggie immediately apologized.

The patron rose from his seat and shoved her, accusing, "Maggie, did you spill the wine deliberately?"

Maggie, who had been pushed onto the floor, watched the remaining wine in the decanter spill out.

Facing Millie's glare, she tightly pressed her lips together.

It was obvious they were making things difficult for her.

“Maggie, do you presume your association with Sanford has elevated your social standing? Don't you know your place as a waitress?"

“Ha, but she hails from a poor background. Regardless of her affair with Sanford, her social status will remain unaltered!"

They mocked Maggie.

Watching Maggie silently get to her feet, Millie scoffed.

"Maggie, this bottle of wine you've spilled is worth three hundred thousand. How do you plan on making amends?"