Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 171

Quincy lowered his head, unable to meet Dominic's gaze any longer.

Dominic didn't bother looking at him either. His voice was cold and clipped.

"Handle it yourself."

Quincy had no choice but to nod, forcing out a stiff, "Yes, Mr. Holloway."

As Quincy's assistant tidied up the files, she reached out to grab a notebook Cynthia had organized.

Cynthia's hand shot out, pressing down on the notebook and pulling it back toward herself.

"If it isn't yours, don't touch it."

The assistant froze for a moment, then finally looked up and met Cynthia's eyes.

Cynthia gave her a cool, indifferent glance, gathering up her own belongings from the desk with a calm air. She had never had much patience for people like this.

Once all the paperwork was cleared away, Secretary Sabina swept in with a fresh stack of documents.

This time, there were barely half as many as before, making Cynthia's review much easier and less overwhelming.

As she started sorting through the new files, her phone buzzed with a message from Assistant Channing:

*Miss Cynthia, Miss Juliet's check-up went smoothly and—lucky for us—Professor Yates just happened to be returning from the lab. She's now taking over as Miss Juliet's primary physician. With her in charge, you really don't need to worry.*

Josephine Yates was the nation's top expert in gastrointestinal oncology.

Ever since learning last night that Juliet's diagnosis was stomach cancer, Cynthia had been reading everything she could about the field. She'd planned to visit Professor Eugene Yates in Capital City before heading back to Cloudcrest.

She'd never expected Juliet's luck to be so good—to be accepted as a patient by Professor Yates herself.

Relief and happiness softened Cynthia's features, the irritation she'd felt while sorting papers finally ebbing away.

She replied quickly to Assistant Channing, then bent over her work, focus sharpened.

Dominic sat back down, his eyes flicking briefly toward the partition.

Their eyes met across the room. Cynthia quickly ducked her gaze, feeling suddenly self-conscious—like a glaring third wheel.

She tried to turn her pages as quietly as possible, hoping Miranda wouldn't even notice she was there.

Miranda settled into the chair opposite Dominic, not bothering with her phone, just sitting quietly and waiting.

No matter how much Cynthia tried to make herself invisible, the faint rustle of paper still reached Miranda's ears.

Miranda turned her head, glancing toward the screen that divided the office.

Cynthia felt the weight of someone's scrutiny, took a silent, steadying breath, and dared not look up for fear of catching Miranda's eye.

"Dominic, is there someone else in your office?"