True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz) 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."

Sinclair took a deep breath and smiled. "Yeah, you're right. Just like what's happening now. Your scandals are being exposed one by one, spelling the end for you."

Cindy smirked at Sinclair. "You might have a streak of bad luck one day too, so don't take too much joy in someone else's despair. It's better to mind your own business."

Both Monica and Sinclair were stunned. They were very agitated by her words. For a moment, they ignored the heat rising in their bodies.

They assumed that it was because of the rage they felt from Cindy insulting them.

Monica poured more wine for herself and gulped it down.

After downing another glass of wine, she set it down on the table. Looking at Cindy, she said,

"Sinclair can't give you one billion dollars. We'll give you twenty million dollars, but you'll have to leave the country for good."

Cindy sneered. "Do you really think you're the boss of Theclair Group? You're acting as if you're Sinclair's wife."

"Yup. So what?" Monica looked over at Sinclair and asked, "How about it? Do you agree with me?"

"Of course." Sinclair nodded. "I always agree to your proposals."

The way they flaunted their affection in front of Cindy annoyed her even more.

She sneered and said, "Twenty million dollars is too little. Do you take me for a beggar?"

"Twenty million dollars and not a penny more," Monica replied firmly in a low voice.

Cindy barked out a short laugh. "You surprise me, Monica. Okay, give me a minute. Let me make a phone call. You two discuss and see if you'll give me more money."

After that, Cindy stood up and took her phone with her into her room.

Meanwhile, Sinclair and Monica continued drinking in the living room.

The both of them finished one entire bottle of wine without realizing it. Then, Sinclair muttered, "Why do I feel hotter by the minute? I'm tipsy, and I still feel it."