Cynthia’s mouth opened and closed, her face pale, eyes darting in shock between Otthen and his friends. But before she could respond, Liam and Gustavo’s laughter exploded, filling the table with the smug sound of men who were deeply entertained by the unraveling of the night.
“Oh, come on, Otthen,” Gustavo said, leaning in, his smirk barely contained as he watched Otthen’s face contort in anger. “Are you seriously trying to play innocent? You really expect us to believe you didn’t have your ‘little side thing’ going on with Cynthia?”
Otthen glared, his fingers twitching as he reached for his glass, clearly itching to throw it. “What the hell are you talking about?” he hissed, his voice barely restrained.
Liam rolled his eyes, chuckling as he held up his phone. “You can drop the act, Ott
