The boutique’s soft background music did little to mask the rising tension in the air as Claire squared off with Cindy. Clothes hung neatly on racks around them, but the polished setting did nothing to soothe the storm brewing in Claire's sharp gaze.
“Oh, I think you do,” Claire said, her voice low and laced with a dangerous edge. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing on Cindy like a hawk zeroing in on prey. “You drugged Adrian, didn’t you? Spiked his drink to create that little scene.”
Cindy’s eyes widened—just a flicker of panic before she quickly masked it with a performance of mock outrage. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” she said, her tone high and defensive. “That’s absurd! Why would I do something like that?”
“Because you are desperate,” Claire retorted, her words quick and biting. “Tell me who sent you.”
“No one sent me!” Cindy shot back, but her voice faltered slightly. She turned her attention back to a dress she had been pretending to examine, trying to appear nonchalant. Her heart was racing, though, each thump louder than the last. Avoiding Claire’s piercing stare became harder with each second.
Claire, however, wasn’t letting this go. She stepped forward, grabbing Cindy’s wrist in an iron grip. Cindy’s breath hitched as she looked down at Claire’s hand, panic flashing across her face.
“Stop dodging,” Claire demanded, her voice like ice. “Why did you drug Adrian?”
Cindy looked around nervously, aware of the curious glances from nearby shoppers. A couple of employees were whispering among themselves, clearly sensing the tension. The last thing Cindy wanted was a full-blown scene, so she hissed, “Let me go, and I’ll tell you!”
Claire’s grip loosened, but her eyes stayed locked on Cindy as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m waiting,” she said, her tone hard and unyielding.
Cindy sighed, her irritation barely masking her internal turmoil. “Fine,” she muttered, avoiding Claire’s intense gaze. “Yes, I was the one who drugged Adrian.”
Claire’s brows knit together, her frown deepening. “Why?”
Cindy hesitated. Her mind raced with excuses, but she knew the truth wouldn’t set her free—not entirely. She couldn’t risk mentioning Eligos. Not after what she’d seen of him. That man was a walking nightmare, and the mere thought of crossing him sent chills down her spine.
Clearing her throat, Cindy finally said, “I did it because I’m jealous, okay? You always get everything. The attention, the success, the guys—everything falls into place for you, Claire. Your life is perfect, and for once, I wanted to see something not go your way.”
Claire stared at her, her expression unreadable. Then, a scoff escaped her lips. “Are you serious?” she said, disbelief dripping from her words. “You drugged Adrian because you’re jealous? That is your excuse? Really?”
Cindy’s cheeks flushed, and she looked down, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. She couldn’t bring herself to respond, knowing how pathetic she sounded.
Claire let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “You know,” she said, stepping closer, “you’re starting to remind me of someone. Lisa. She tried to destroy my life too, and look where that got her.”
Cindy’s attempt at feigned humility cracked under the weight of Claire’s words. She opened her mouth to respond but closed it again when Claire took a step forward, the air between them suddenly heavy with tension.
“And let me make one thing very clear,” Claire continued, her voice dropping to a dangerously low register. “If you ever pull a stunt like this again—ever—I won’t hesitate to make sure you end up in a psychological ward. Just like the last woman who thought she could ruin my life. Do you understand me?”
Cindy swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. “I… I understand.”
“Good,” Claire said, straightening up and brushing invisible lint off her blazer. “Because believe me, you do not want me as your enemy.”
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