Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 42 Cynthia White Likes Bruce Randall?

"Why did you want to hang out with me now?”

Anne’s voice was heard on the phone.

"You just forget about your best friend after you get married, don't you?” You haven't contacted me for

so long, Sarah. You must have tons of fun since you have a husband now.”

Tons of fun?

Sarah didn't think so.

She could even count the number of times she had met Andrew with her hands.

"No, don't talk nonsense. You're the best!" Sarah chuckled and felt gratified that she had a friend like

Anne.

Anne said, "That’s right. I have nothing to do today. Come with me to go shopping. The season

changed. I need to buy a few new clothes.”

Just hesitated, Sarah seemed to think of something, "Okay, I'll go with you. I also have something to tell

you.”

Anne asked, "What’s the matter?”

Sarah had packed her things and hurriedly said, "I can't tell clearly on the phone. Let’s talk when we

meet.”

She thought about it for a while. Anne might not know that Bruce Randall was also in H city. She

needed to remind her, so as not to let any unexpected things to happen.

"Okay, I'll see you later.” Then Anne hung up the phone with satisfaction.

. . .

Twenty minutes later, the girls met and quietly sat in a restaurant. Sarah told Anne all the things that

happened to her these days.

Sure enough, Anne rolled up her sleeves after hearing the whole thing and was about to fight with

someone, "Where is he? Tell me!”…

"Don't do this, Anne. I have nothing to do with him now, it’s not worth it.”

Anne looked at her incredulously and said, "Sarah, are you silly? Do you remember how Bruce treated Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

you in that year? He didn't trust you. I really don't understand why you want to protect such a scumbag.

If I were you, I'll definitely beat the shit out of him!”

Sarah didn't speak.

Although her name sounded sweet, Anne was actually a pretty tough lady.

Sarah pinched the straw and poked the colorful smoothie in the cup, taking a deep sip. It tasted sweet.

Sarah shook her head and said, "It’s all in the past now. I don't blame him.”

". . . Wait, you just said that you saw Cynthia White today, in Bruce Randall’s office?”

Speaking of this, Sarah’s eyes went cold. She should have seen this coming.

"Yeah. She was carrying a bowl of mango, Bruce’s favorite fruit.”

At this time, Anne fell into deep thought.

"A year ago, you and Cynthia both went to the UK as exchange students. On the night you were going

back to the country, the foreigner was so passionate and vulgar, so you got raped. Bruce was your

boyfriend. He didn't believe you and even blamed you for cheating. Now he’s with Cynthia, but he

wants to win you back. Sarah, Cynthia used to be good friends of ours. But we don’t make much

contact now. You said she was in Bruce’s office. Why do I feel that there’s something wrong?”

Sarah coldly answered Anne, "Cynthia has always liked Bruce.”

She hadn't made a move because Sarah was with Bruce back then.

“What?. . . Cynthia likes Bruce?” Anne seemed to know something incredible and found it hard to

believe. She wanted to continue to inquire deeper but found that Saran’s face went place and awkward.

She suddenly realized she might bring up the sad things, which was so cruel that Sarah never wanted

to recall.

"Oh, forget it. Why should we bother? I'll get angry every time I see them. Today, let’s relax, not to get

angry.”

Anne changed the subject randomly, smiled, took the drink from Sarah, and helped her poke the ice of

the smoothie a few times. The drink became colorful. Then she gave it to Sarah.

Sarah cast a glance at her, took a sip, and put it down.

"Anne, the person I work with is Bruce, and now I am in a state of confusion.”