Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 67

“Monique Xander!” Cindy lifted her head in shock as she stared at an enraged Monique for quite some time, unable to react.

She had just lifted her head when she heard someone calling her name and was immediately splashed with coffee. The brown liquid flowed down her face onto her blue uniform, destroying her makeup and soiling her clothes along with it.

Her ruined makeup made her look like a ghost.

She glared at Monique furiously. She then glanced at her colleagues and something struck her. Suddenly, her eyes turned red and watery. Her tears filled her eyes, on the verge of falling. She pretended to be confused and asked weakly, “Monique, what are you doing? We can talk this out. Why did you throw your drink at me?”

Monique watched Cindy’s Oscar-worthy act speechlessly as she transformed into a sobbing, pitiful mess.

A guy who was rather close to Cindy stepped out and defended her, “That’s right; you shouldn’t do that.”

“Did you know that she added heaps of salt into my coffee?” Monique was about to combust into flames.

The part that infuriated her the most was that cup of coffee made Henry think that she was trying to prank him, which almost made her be punished for something that she did not do.

“You’re lying. I didn’t do that.” Tears started rolling down Cindy’s face.

“What evidence do you have? Don’t think that you can act like this just because you’re somebody’s mistress,” a neatly dressed man said mockingly.

That man was Sacha Long. He walked over when he heard the commotion and was even more annoyed when he saw Monique.

When Monique quit her job, she went all out on him over several hundred bucks.

Even if the coffee was salted, there was no proof that Cindy was the one who did it.

He lifted his head and asked Cindy as a formality, “Cindy, did you put salt into her drink?”

Cindy had already planned out her answer. She was just waiting for Sacha to ask her.

“I didn’t, I swear. She must’ve put it herself just to accuse me! Monique, I’ve never offended you. How could you do this to me?” she said, as if she was being falsely accused, and started sobbing.

“Enough, you b*tch. Don’t think that just because you’re the mistress of some old ugly rich guy, you can throw tantrums here,” the male colleague called out.

Monique was stunned when she heard him. How on earth did Cindy smear her to make them think so lowly of her?