Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 204

Compared to Benedict, Cynthia was far better suited to lead.

Ever since Benedict had let Giselle into VistaSphere Group to take his own place, it had been obvious: Benedict wasn’t cut out for leadership.

“Keep moving,” Assistant Frank said, his tone crisp and unruffled.

Benedict just glared at Frank, his expression dark and silent. Frank, unfazed, simply instructed the others to carry on.

Benedict couldn’t believe Frank’s insolence. He seized Frank by the collar, yanking him close, his voice low and seething with anger.

“Listen to me, Frank. Cynthia only brought you back to VistaSphere Group as a temp. Don’t get any ideas about your place here—you’re just the dog she keeps to keep an eye on me. When Cynthia and I patch things up, when she’s pregnant and steps away from the company, I’ll have plenty of ways to deal with you.”

Frank stayed perfectly still, meeting Benedict’s fury with a polite, measured gaze.

“Mr. Shepard, whatever issues you have with Ms. Tremaine are between the two of you. There’s no need to involve me.”

Benedict’s face darkened further. He drew his fist back, ready to punch Frank square in the face—but as his arm tensed, he caught sight of Cynthia a short distance away, phone raised, clearly recording everything.

When his fist didn’t swing, Cynthia cocked her head, her face the picture of innocent curiosity. “Why’d you stop?” she called out.

She already had a headline ready to post.

Grinding his teeth, Benedict shoved Frank aside and stormed over to Cynthia, his expression icy.

Cynthia didn’t lower her phone; she pointed the lens straight at his face. Benedict snatched her wrist, trying to drag her toward his office.

“We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” Cynthia snapped, yanking her arm free.

Benedict’s patience snapped. He bent down, hauled Cynthia over his shoulder, and carried her off toward his office.

Benedict kept talking, almost to himself.

“Cynthia, I know how much you’ve sacrificed—for us, and for VistaSphere Group. I messed up, I admit it. I deserve whatever punishment you want to give. But VistaSphere Group is innocent—it’s our shared achievement, the testament to our best, purest years together.”

“Cynthia, you have to believe me. I only love you. There was nothing real between me and Giselle. It was just… a passing thing, nothing more.”

“I’ve already taken care of the baby she was carrying. From the very start, I never intended for that child to be born. My child—only you can give me that.”

Cynthia said nothing. Her fingers were nearly wrapped around the ashtray.

Benedict hadn’t held Cynthia in his arms for ages. Her subtle scent filled his lungs, muddling his thoughts—and his body responded.

“Cynthia, give me a child,” he whispered.