True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 1679

Seeing Michael leave, Sinclair glanced at Cindy and said, "He's completely broke now. Are you seriously going to take care of him?"

"Yes, of course I will," Cindy nodded. She went to get some water and tossed Sinclair a bottle.

Sinclair grabbed it and placed it on the table. He changed the topic, "I'll use the washroom first."

After five minutes, Sinclair came out.

When he saw Cindy eating bread, he walked over and popped open the bottle of water. After downing half a bottle, he grabbed the bread on the table and dug in.

"You are pretty capable now to be able to take care of a grown man," Sinclair snickered.

"It's just a man, so of course I can take care of him," Cindy smiled, "After all, I need a man too, and I can't spend money to buy one, can I? Furthermore, Michael and I have been in a relationship for many years. I am a person who will return a favor as long as the other party is worthy of it. To put it bluntly, Michael has not done me wrong."

"Oh, do you mean that I have done you wrong? So did Monica, right? Is that why you have treated us so badly?" Sinclair's face was dark as he ate his bread.

"That's right, you and Monica have really done a lot of sorry things to me. This is an indisputable fact."

Sinclair stopped talking and ate his bread in silence.

Cindy glanced at him and asked, "Why don't you go back to your place and see what Monica has swindled away from you?"

Sinclair was not worried at all. He shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't have anything else back at my place apart from daily necessities. Now that she is gone, I am sure there's nothing left."

"Are you sure she's left?" Cindy raised her eyebrows.

"She has," Sinclair nodded, "She must have taken my money and left. She doesn't need me anymore. Since she has money now, she will go to a different place and find another man more suitable for her."

Cindy chuckled, "Go to the company to find Celeste yourself. You have seen her photo, and you know who she is too. Go there and wait for her. I'm not going anymore. I am tired."

"What? You're not going anymore?" Sinclair was angry, "You are always doing things based on your mood. Is this a joke to you?"

"That's right. I'm just playing around with you. Do you need me to give you a reason for why I'm doing so?" Cindy asked with a smile.

Sinclair was infuriated. He glared at her, turned around and stormed away.

With that, he left.

Cindy smirked to herself. After locking the door, she went upstairs.

Michael had just finished taking a shower upstairs and was changing his clothes. When he saw Cindy coming in, he asked at once, "Cindy, how's the situation over there?"

"I didn't manage to meet Celeste and they said that Celeste was not there. It seems that they knew we were coming. Sinclair and I waited for a long time, but we never saw them. I'm not going back later, and I don't care whether Sinclair goes or not. It's his daughter, not mine. I don't want to go anymore," Cindy laid on the bed and sighed deeply, "I am so, so tired..."

"You do look tired," Michael shook his hands. His wrists were still uncomfortable because of how long he was tied up.

"Monica is really vicious," Cindy glanced at

Michael and added fuel to the fire, "Now that she has done you and Sinclair dirty, Sinclair is going to be all alone. How pitiful! Haha!"

"If she didn't do me dirty, how would I know how precious you are to me?" Michael held Cindy's hand gently, "From now on, I won't have any thoughts about any other woman. I am fully yours, Cindy."

Cindy looked at him and smiled, "Okay, Michael, you don't have to worry too. As long as I am around, I am all yours, I won't let you suffer."

"Thank you," Michael looked extremely grateful. He looked at Cindy with deep affection in his eyes.

When Sinclair returned to his place, he opened the door and realized that no one was there. He searched every corner of the house but could not find Monica anywhere.

He frowned and returned to the bedroom, only to find a letter on the pillow.

Sinclair went forward to open it.

He read what Monica wrote.

"Sinclair, I am leaving. I have been pestering you for over 20 years, but nothing significant has ever happened. I give up. This time, I am really leaving you. I won't see you again, and you don't have to look for me."

It was just a short message. Sinclair's fingers tightened around the paper, crumpling it under his strength.

"D*mn it, she left. She actually left quietly. She really only used me to get here, that d*mned b*tch."

After he swore for a while, Sinclair went downstairs and called his driver, "Come here and help me drive."

Soon after, his driver came and drove him to the company.

This time, Sinclair immediately walked to the front desk. He asked, "I am looking for Celeste White."

"No one in our company is called that," The receptionist said.