The wine was valued at three hundred thousand?

Maggie was taken aback and clenched her fists.

“Millie, she obviously should compensate for it!"

“But she's indigent. How can she afford it?"

“Perhaps we could have her perform a striptease? If she dances for us, we might consider letting her off."

Everyone present burst into laughter.

Maggie's fists tightened in embarrassment.

Lifting her gaze to meet Millie's, she declared, “Your animosity towards me stems from your jealousy, correct? I genuinely feel sorry for you. I'm currently Sanford's companion. I maintain this part-time job because I refuse to be as idle as you. What do you think his reaction would be if he found out about your bullying?”

Upon hearing Maggie's words, Millie's expression changed.

She swiftly grabbed her drink and flung it in Maggie's face.

“How dare you threaten me? You really believe Sanford has feelings for you? You're nothing but a shameless wretch! I'm a VIP guest here, and even if I cause you trouble, there's nothing you can do about it! Now, get on your knees and clean my shoes!"

Maggie wiped her face and declared, "I quit!"

Millie narrowed her eyes at her, retorting, “Even if you resign after tonight, for now, you are still a waitress here. You spilled a wine worth three hundred thousand dollars. You won't get away with this!

Now, I'll give you two options: Either clean my shoes or we strip you of your clothes!"

With that, she signaled to the men beside her.

Immediately, the two men rose, approaching Maggie with intentions of disrobing her.

Feeling humiliated and wronged, Maggie's eyes welled up.

She evaded the men's touch and lowered her head.

“I'll clean your shoes."

Millie watched with a cruel smirk as Maggie knelt to clean her shoes, deliberately stepping on her other hand in the process.

The pain shot through Maggie, but she refused to make a sound.

She continued cleaning Millie's shoes in silence, unable to stop the tears from flowing.