127. Fiendish Friend
Author: Kayysemiu023
last update2025-03-04 18:36:50
Either it was out of love or boredom, it was true that Sandra dated Cynthia for a while. So if not completely, she could say that she understood her behavior at least fifty percent.

It was obvious that she was still holding grudges against her for replacing her. And it must have gotten worse when Sandra told her she never cared for her and claimed that their relationship was just to pass time.

She must have been looking for ways she could make Sandra pay for treating her badly. And she finally came up with one.

She would call her and tell her that she could send Chris to prison, and she knew Sandra would definitely agree to it because it was no secret that she disliked him. Then she would tell Chris that Sandra was plotting to sabotage him, and he would chase her away, giving Cynthia the chance to get her job back.

But the pieces of the puzzle didn't seem complete.

Cynthia was actually planning on using Chris's cousin to send him to prison, that part was certain to Sandra. Th
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