Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 145

Cynthia stepped through the Tremaines' front gate and crossed the courtyard, only to spot Juliet standing on the second-floor balcony.

The lights from inside spilled out behind Juliet, casting her face in shadow and making it impossible to read her expression.

Cynthia walked a few steps closer, tilting her head back slightly, her eyes clouded with frustration and defeat.

"Juliet, I didn't finish my assignment."

Juliet looked down at her from above, her face unreadable, her hazel eyes cold and distant.

"It's all right. He'll hire you anyway."

Her voice was calm and resolute, as if everything was unfolding just as she'd expected.

Something in Juliet's assurance steadied Cynthia's nerves.

Juliet's gaze flicked to the brace around Cynthia's neck.

"What happened to your neck?"

Cynthia offered a sheepish smile. "Nothing serious. Slept funny, that's all. Caught a chill, muscles cramped up. It'll pass."

Juliet frowned, her eyes deep and impossible to decipher.

"Make time for a full checkup."

Cynthia nodded. "Sure. Once I start at Holloway Enterprises, I'm sure they'll arrange one. Saves me the trouble—and the expense."

Juliet didn't say anything more. She turned and slipped back inside.

Maybe it was her sister's quiet reassurance, but Cynthia, who had been so uncertain about her new job at Holloway Enterprises, suddenly felt a flicker of hope.

The next morning.

Juliet had just come downstairs when Cynthia emerged from her room, having woken up early just to share breakfast with her sister.

"Morning, Juliet."

Cynthia took the seat across from her, cheerful and bright.

Miss Tremaine, when are you coming back to VistaSphere Group? The negative press has scared off a lot of clients who were about to sign with us.

Mr. Shepard has been working late at the office almost every night—he's pulled two all-nighters already. If this keeps up, he's going to collapse.

Everyone at the company is waiting for you to come back and take charge. We really don't know what to do about the future of VistaSphere Group.

Cynthia read the messages, her face betraying nothing. Calmly, she typed a single line in response.

If you truly can't decide, then set up a liquidation team and dissolve the company.

Cloudcrest City, VistaSphere Group.

The staff who read Cynthia's message fell silent.

Standing behind a computer, Benedict's expression was ice-cold as he stared at Cynthia's reply, his glare sharp enough to cut.

"Mr. Shepard, Miss Tremaine's probably just blowing off steam," someone said quietly.