Chapter 437 Angry Cindy
Cindy slammed her apartment door shut and stormed inside, the heels of her boots clacking loudly against the wooden floor. She threw her designer handbag onto the couch with a force that could have scared the neighbors downstairs. The bag bounced off and hit the floor with a dull thud, but Cindy didn’t care. She was a swirling cocktail of anger, fear, and annoyance. Eligos had promised her—PROMISED—that no one would find out.
And yet here she was, shaking with frustration, knowing Claire Peterson was onto her.
“She threatens me! She freaking threaten me.”
Snatching her bag back up, Cindy rummaged through it and yanked out her phone. Without hesitation, she dialed Eligos’s number.
It went straight to voicemail.
“Ugh, you jerk. How hard can it be to answer a damn phone call.” she hissed through clenched teeth. Tossing the bag aside again, she immediately redialed. And again. And again. On the fifth try, when the voicemail cut in yet again, Cindy let out a string of curses that would

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