Chapter 303 Don't Forget Whose Woman You Are

Cynthia White stood motionless, her expression filled with confusion. The voice on the other end of the phone had a lazy tone, but the underlying coldness was unmistakable. With a hint of chill in the tone, it gradually seeped into Cynthia White's heart. The deep sense of oppression, like being watched by a cheetah in the dark night, appeared lazy on the surface, but the actions were exceptionally ruthless.