###Chapter 44 Post-traumatic stress disorder

Early the next morning, Cindy was still asleep when her phone rang non-stop.

She was dizzy from the rain last night, and opened her eyes to look at the messages and missed calls on the screen.

"Cindy, don't sleep, your affair with Linda is reported by the paparazzi."

"Don't go out for the next few days, let me know if you need anything, I'll pick you up."

"See the message back."

All from Noman.

Cindy looked at the missed calls and a few more debt collection calls.

Cindy dropped the phone, covered her head, and tried to get back to sleep.

But the phone rang again.

The sound of vibrating pressed against the quilt, Cindy annoyed to take the phone, did not even look at the number, directly yelled, "Are you done? I don't have any money! I'll pay it back when I have money."

There was a moment of silence.

Then a cold, deep voice came through the microphone.

"If you're short of money, I can find you a job."

"Eric?"