A silent message passed between them, then Millie leaned on Sanford's shoulder and hooked her arm with his. She shook it and whined Like a spoiled child.

"Sanford, I don't like her. I want to fire her."

Sanford finally stopped playing with his phone, though he still sported that same nonchalant expression.

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."

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 down and decided to wipe it with a duster cloth.