"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.

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.

He cradled his aching wrist and stumbled backward.

“Bitch, how dare you?"

The smiles on the other three men’s faces vanished. They all rose and surrounded Rosalynn.

Rosalynn instructed Maggie to step back and swiftly floored the men without a second thought.

Seeing this, the other women in the room screamed in terror.

Rosalynn advanced to Millie. Gazing into her petrified eyes, Rosalynn reached out and tugged at her dress collar.

“Are you certain you want her to do a striptease?"

Millie's face drained of color.