True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 1640

"Cindy White!" Sinclair roared, interrupting her.

Cindy smiled and said, "Oh, what's wrong? You're afraid that I'll mention what you did before, aren't you?"

"Shut up," he hissed, looking very embarrassed.

Monica was also surprised, but she quickly came back to her senses. She looked at Cindy and said in a low voice, "You knew about it?"

"Of course," Cindy replied with a smirk. "I know all about it. You lost your virginity to Sinclair, and so did I. How lucky of him! Both of us were left in the dust when he married someone else, and here we are slaving away for his company."

Sinclair cleared his throat. "All right, let's stop talking about the past. The question is, what should we do now?"

Cindy picked up her wine glass and looked at them as she said calmly. "I can't just go along with whatever you plan."

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Let's just drink," she replied as she raised her wine glass in the air. "We won't have many

opportunities to do this in the future."

Both Monica and Sinclair held back their anger, and they all drank silently.

Cindy poured them more wine and said slowly, "Give me one billion dollars, Sinclair."

He frowned. "One billion dollars? Don't push your luck."

"I'm already leaving, so shouldn't you give me some spending money? After all, you've profited more than that off of me. You know that I'm not asking for too much."

"The money you have now is enough for you to retire," Monica interjected, seeming much calmer than before. "Theclair Group is in a crisis now, and it's still uncertain whether the company will make it through the crisis or not."

"I was asking Sinclair, not you, Monica," Cindy scoffed. "What's the matter? Do you think that Theclair Group belongs to you now?"

"Don't mock me, Cindy. Our friendship is over," Monica replied coldly.

"I agree. Either way, I want one billion dollars and not a penny less. If not, I won't leave the country," Cindy insisted.

"Cindy, let me make this clear. Whether you leave the country or not affects us all, so don't be shameless," Monica growled.

"You're not going to give it to me, are you?" Cindy asked, looking at Sinclair.

Sinclair pursed his lips and answered, "I think that Monica's right. Don't do this, Cindy."

Cindy narrowed her eyes at them, her gaze piercing. "It seems like the two of you still have a fantastic relationship with one another. What you have going on is special indeed."

Sinclair's expression was so sour it could curdle milk.

Monica's face was also twisted in anger.

Nevertheless, they kept drinking.

Cindy watched them drink the wine calmly.

After a while, Monica's face became a little flushed.

Then, Sinclair pulled off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa as he was feeling warm.

Cindy looked at them and smiled calmly. She had drugged them. She knew that Sinclair would never agree to her requests.

Neither would Monica. The friendship between the three of them was over.

They no longer had a common interest, so she did not have to put on an act anymore.

"Why am I so hot?" Monica looked at Sinclair, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Sinclair nodded. "It's a bit stuffy. I don't feel very comfortable either."

Cindy was afraid that they would sense something amiss, so she quickly smiled and said, "Of course you feel stuffy. It's the guilt eating away at you. On the other hand, I'm extremely calm. I know that I'll be okay when the dust settles, but you won't be. That's why you're feeling stuffy."

Monica frowned, livid. "Quit spouting nonsense. We don't have time for your idle chatter."