CINDY’S POV
The roar that followed shook the ground. Thunderous applause, laughter, whistles, and cheering erupted everywhere.
And that was the exact moment Henry decided he couldn’t take it anymore.
He shot to his feet so fast his chair screeched and toppled backward. The sound sliced through the noise like a knife.
He fidgeted with his jacket, trembling as he threw his head back and unleashed a loud, strained, desperate laugh.
The lawn fell silent, puzzled, as phones and cameras tilted toward him.
A dark satisfaction coursed through me, and I gave him a wicked smirk.
Finally, you took the bait.
“Cindy Verilli?” he snorted, his voice dripping with mockery.
“Give me a fcking break.”
He spread his arms wide, his red eyes burning into mine.
“Everyone, this woman is a fraud. I’ve
