Chapter 436 Torn Cindy

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 n