CHAPTER 56: PICK YOUR POISON

He pushed the door open and saw another woman, looking almost like Cynthia arguing with her. Same stature, just a little bit taller and fairer. They both looked like clowns, they were still bickering with each other. Their makeup was still smeared all over their faces.

“Oh Cara,” he muttered, laughing inwardly. He was definitely having a good laugh already.

Both women had not noticed his presence, their hairs were cut in irregular shape and he could tell the other woman was bitter about it. Cynthia had enough, more than enough to get whatever wigs she wanted.

Weirdly as it may seem, he still had her on a monthly allowance.

“You ladies are fine?” He wore a mocking smile on his face as they turned gradually to face him.

“Oh great, look who it is. You decided to come here after a while,” Cynthia's voice reeked of sarcasm. “I guess the bitch had run her mouth to you and that had you running here immediately.”

He found his way to a place in the room, laughing. “I see you don't learn Cynth