“What do you think you're doing? Do you intend to use that dirty rag to wipe my shoe? Use your hand!" Camila raised her voice, acting haughtily.

Maggie bit her lip tightly as tears streamed down uncontrollably from her flushed face.

After a moment of hesitation, she threw the duster cloth aside and slowly reached out her hand to wipe off the dirt from the shoe.

At this point, Sanford's indifferent face gradually darkened.

Out of nowhere, he kicked the empty chair beside him and said in a cold voice, “Are you guys not thinking? Do you want me to get sick? She will her serve us the dishes with the hands that she used to wipe your shoes?"

No one expected his sudden outburst, which startled everyone present.

Even Millie couldn't help but tremble.

Her eyes flashed, and she knew that she had to mediate in a hurry.

“Camila, just Let her go. Sanford's right. Do you want us to get sick?

Just throw the shoes away if you don't want them anymore. I'11 give you a new pair next time, okay?”

Obviously, Sanford didn't want these people to make things difficult for Maggie.

Since Millie was a smart woman, she knew what to do to appease him.

“Fine. We'll only Let you off the hook since Sanford's future wife said so. Now, go! Don't bother us." Until the end, Camila still acted like she was very superior.

Maggie stood up, sobbing silently. Then, she left the room without looking back or saying anything.

As soon as Maggie was gone, another waitress began to serve. To ease the atmosphere, Monroe signaled her to pour some wine for Sanford.

Sanford glanced at him and said, "Monroe, I heard that you and Camila will hold your wedding at the end of the year. Is that right?"

Monroe smiled and nodded.

"Yes. In fact, I want to ask you if you can be my best man.”

Sanford took a sip of wine and paused for a while before saying, “It's actually not easy to be a bridegroom. You will need to practice drinking first. After all, you don't want to get totally wasted on you own wedding."

Hearing this, Monroe quickly raised his glass and declared, “I absolutely agree. So, let me take this opportunity to propose a toast to you first.”

In response, Sanford casually took a sip of the wine. upon noticing that Sanford only drank so little, Monroe smiled and tried to tease him, “Sanford, you only took a sip?"

Sanford wasn't bothered at all. Instead, he replied indifferently, “Well, I want to drink on my own pace."