Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 130

The rush of old memories left Cynthia feeling unexpectedly touched.

She picked up the gift bag and, before leaving, sent Juliet a text:

"Don't worry, sis. I'm definitely going to win Dominic over today and land the job at Holloway Enterprises. Mission will be accomplished!"

She even attached a loyal puppy sticker for effect.

Juliet didn't reply.

Cynthia grabbed a random set of car keys from her sister's garage and set out for Holloway Enterprises' headquarters.

Unsurprisingly, she was stopped at the front desk—no appointment, no entry.

The receptionist greeted her with a bright, friendly smile, looking harmless enough, but she wasn't about to let Cynthia in, no matter what she said.

Left with no choice, Cynthia pulled out her phone and dialed Dominic's number.

The receptionist kept on smiling politely, but her eyes practically said, "I'm just here to watch your little show."

Cynthia tried not to roll her eyes.

The call rang and rang. No answer. The receptionist's smile became even more polite, but with a hint of wariness.

On the second try, someone finally picked up—but stayed silent.

Cynthia swallowed and forced herself to speak. "Mr. Holloway, this is Cynthia."

Dominic's voice came through, cool as ever. "My phone has caller ID."

Cynthia tried not to groan.

If she didn't need something from him, she'd never put up with this.

"I'm downstairs in your office building," she explained, keeping her tone as steady as she could. "To thank you for driving me home last night, my sister prepared a gift—I'm here to deliver it."

Silence.

Cynthia quickly ended her call and hurried over. "Mr. Holloway," she called, trying to keep the urgency out of her voice.

The receptionist rushed after her, grabbing her arm and bowing her head in a flustered apology. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Holloway. It's my fault—security will escort her out right away."

Clearly, she'd pegged Cynthia as another overzealous admirer trying to get close to Dominic. Last time, her coworker had lost her job when a crazed fan slipped past the front desk and made it upstairs.

The receptionist looked ready to cry, probably already mourning her soon-to-be-lost job.

Cynthia wondered if all the Holloway Enterprises staff were this intense. Thank God she hadn't really ticked off Dominic yet—otherwise, she'd never even get to see him.

"No need. You can go," Dominic said coolly, reaching to take the gift bag from Cynthia's hand before she could even offer it.

She let go quickly, nerves prickling as all the executives shot curious looks her way.

"My sister sent me over to deliver myself to you," she blurted out, face earnest—completely unaware that her nerves had twisted her words.

Dominic stood there, dark eyes narrowed, a subtle hint of a smirk flickering at his lips. He said nothing, but the silence was somehow even more intimidating.