Don Albert’s men didn’t know the specific details of Cynthia.
He only knew that it was a middle-aged woman that the boss required to be closely guarded, and as for who her last name was, where she came from, and what her background was, this person also knew nothing.
So, when Cynthia was furious because of the dumplings he kindly brought, he boarded up a bit, feeling like he was kindly feeding a vicious dog that barked in a snarling rage.
How could Cynthia have thought that one of Charlie’s underlings would speak to her in such a tone of voice, and she was suddenly annoyed.
She pointed at the other party’s nose and snapped harshly, “Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?”
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