True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 1641

It was the same for Monica. Her vision was blurry as she looked at Sinclair, and she felt desire stirring inside of her.

She even reached out to touch him.

"Oh, I feel it all right." Monica laughed. "My baby is the cutest."

Sinclair grabbed Monica's hand and said, "Don't be so reckless."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Monica snorted lightly. "Cindy already knows, so what's there to hide? Do you think I've had it easy holding myself back all these years? I've had enough." She pulled him up and said, "Come, let's go to my room."

Sinclair was stunned. "You have a room here?"

"Of course, I just rarely use it." Monica gave Sinclair a charming smile. "I don't know how long her phone call will take. Honestly, I don't think she wants to face us. She's so easy to read."

Sinclair nodded. "I feel it odd that she actually lived with the fact that we had an affair." "She had to. What else could she do?" Monica chuckled. "Her career would be over if she made a fuss. Her restraint allowed her to live twenty worry-free years."

"You're right." Sinclair smiled and reached out to hold Monica. He kissed her face and murmured, "Come on, let's have a quickie in your room."

Then, the two of them headed for the guest room.

They staggered into the room, and he closed the door behind them. Monica tore off the dust cover on the bed before Sinclair tackled her.

Their bodies quickly became entangled, and their encounter was extremely rough.

As soon as they entered the room, Cindy came out of hers. She stood at the door of the guest room with a cruel look in her eyes.

It did not matter if they refused to pay Cindy. Cindy thought to herself.

However, she was not going to go down without taking them with her.

Cindy White was not someone to be trifled with.

A few hours passed. By the time Monica and Sinclair came up for air, it was in the middle of the night.

Meanwhile, Cindy was in her room. She switched the camera off and made a copy of the video, storing it carefully. Then, she walked out of her

room.

She could hear Sinclair and Monica still getting it on inside the guest room. She opened the door of the guest room and leaned against the doorframe. "Hey, horndogs, don't you think it's improper to screw around in my home?"

Monica and Sinclair were tired after their intense session. They looked over at Cindy, feeling rather awkward.

Still trapped under Sinclair's body, Monica looked at Cindy with a smile. "Why? Are you mad? Or perhaps you're jealous?"

Cindy stared right back at her. "I was just about to tell you that I was furious. Have you no shame?"

Sinclair did not move away from Monica, nor did he seem the slightest bit embarrassed. "We're all friends here, so why are you petty? You should be more open-minded like Monica. Both of you belong to me. Come on. If you're really mad, then let me help you destress."

Cindy smiled contemptuously. "D*mn, have you no shame?"

"No one here is as shameless as you," Monica retorted, displeased at Cindy's words. "Sinclair invited you to join us, yet you insist on acting weirdly instead. Even after your sex tapes were leaked, you're still here laughing at us?"

"That's true. By the way, have you reached a consensus on my request for one billion dollars?" Cindy asked.

Sinclair was stunned and said, "No way. Twenty million dollars is the most well give you."

Cindy nodded. "When can I get it? Why not have the Finance Department transfer twenty million dollars into my account right now?"

With that, Cindy walked into the room and handed Sinclair's phone to him. Then, she sat on the bed and looked at both of them. "Call Finance now. After that, we can have some fun. Consider it our final farewell."

Hearing that, Sinclair lowered his head and looked at Monica.

Monica turned to Cindy and repeated, "Twenty million dollars?"

"Yup, twenty million. Go ahead and get it transferred."

Sinclair nodded. "Okay, I'll call them now."

He got up, stood by the bed, and called the Finance Department. "Transfer twenty million to Cindy White's account immediately," he instructed them.

"Make sure it's twenty million dollars after taxes,"

Cindy added in a low voice.

Sinclair frowned and added, "Twenty million after taxes."

Cindy did not know what the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

After a while, he ended the call.

He stood stark naked in front of the two women who he once claimed as his.

Undeniably, Sinclair maintained his physique very well. He was already a middle-aged man, but he did not have a flabby belly nor excess fat anywhere. It was clear that he exercised often. Cindy smiled at both of them. "You guys keep at it. I'll wait for the money to be transferred."

Being watched was probably too much for most people, but Sinclair and Monica had no secrets in front of Cindy.

As expected, they did not hold back and continued their session right in front of her.

Shortly after, Cindy's phone pinged with a notification. The money had been transferred into her account.

Sinclair and Monica glanced at her. "Has the money been transferred yet?"

Cindy nodded as she placed her phone on the bedside table. Then, she smiled at Monica and Sinclair.

Her smile was amorous, drawing them in and making them feel as if they had been transported into a movie.

Then, she slowly got up, took off her clothes, and joined them.

That night was chaotic indeed.

When it was done, they leaned against the headboard and chatted.

"Cindy, where are you going to go?"

"I'll go to Switzerland." She smiled as she added, "Why don't you two come see me in Switzerland? We should do this again. I honestly think it would be much more exciting, don't you think?" Sinclair raised an eyebrow and held both Cindy and Monica's hands in his. "Wouldn't it be so much easier if we led with this? Think of all the good times we could've had."

Monica sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Cindy, when did you and Michael start seeing one another?"

Cindy replied, "It's been fifteen years."

"That long?" Monica exclaimed.

Cindy did not avoid the question and answered honestly, "That year when the photos of me and Heinz were leaked, Michael came to have a drink with me. Both of us were in the mood and ended up sleeping together. We met up from time to time since then." "Wow, I never noticed at all." Monica smiled wryly. "Isn't it scary, Sinclair?"

He nodded.

"We picked the times when you and Sinclair were on business trips. Do you know that he came to me every time you left? Even if I was abroad shooting a film, held come to me on his own."

Both Sinclair and Monica were stunned.

Cindy smiled. "It was very convenient indeed. You'll never know how we met up, Monica."

Monica frowned. "How did you two do it?"

Cindy's smile was very mysterious. "Well, I guess you'll never know. I won't tell you, lest you steal my ideas."

Monica frowned. "Then why bring it up in the first place?" she muttered in frustration.

Cindy only smiled. "It's already light out. You two should leave, no?"

Sinclair and Monica both frowned. "Are you just going to kick us out like this?"

"Don't you need to deal with the crisis at hand? You're all busy people, and I need to replace a chance to leave the country," she replied.

"True." Sinclair nodded and continued, "I still need to go and see Zachary. He's really testing my patience by helping Liam dissolve his contract. He should show me some respect." Then, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Only the two women were left on the bed.

Monica felt a lot more relaxed as she looked over at Cindy. "I guess we're even now. Let's put this all behind us, shall we?"

An inscrutable emotion flashed in Cindy's eyes. "Yes, it's all water under the bridge now," she murmured.

Monica lit a cigarette and handed one to Cindy.

Cindy lit hers, and the two women were soon breathing out clouds of smoke together. "Monica, I don't plan on coming back after I leave."