Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 239

Dominic felt the unspoken pressure radiating from the man in front of him—an authority that commanded respect without a trace of anger. Instantly, Benedict adjusted his tone.

“Mr. Holloway, I was merely speaking hypothetically.”

“My relationship with Cyndi…”

Before he could finish, Dominic cut him off. “Mr. Shepard, let’s keep things strictly business. I’m not fond of emotional bargaining. After all, feelings are fickle things, wouldn’t you agree?”

A subtle shift crossed Benedict’s face; he could hear the underlying mockery. A man who’d cheated on his fiancée right before the wedding trying to play the sympathy card? It was laughable.

He’d heard rumors that Dominic Holloway was a difficult man to deal with. Now, face to face, he realized those rumors didn’t do him justice. One misplaced word could easily land him in hot water.

Benedict had intended to stand his ground, to put himself on equal footing. But under Dominic’s cold scrutiny, his confidence faltered.

“You’re right, Mr. Holloway.”

“In business, it’s all about profit and growth. I’m sure Ms. Tremaine already discussed VistaSphere Group’s future with you. Since you’re interested in working with us, I’d assume you share our vision. Now that VistaSphere Group is facing a few challenges, why not invest and take an active role in its development? What do you think?”

Dominic listened without any visible reaction, as if the offer barely held his interest. His silence wasn’t a refusal, but it wasn’t acceptance either. He looked as though he was carefully weighing VistaSphere Group’s current worth.

Benedict’s nerves were stretched taut, anxiety twisting in his stomach.

“Mr. Holloway, if you think my asking price is too high, perhaps you’d care to share what you believe is fair?”

Dominic hadn’t even responded yet and here Benedict was, already dropping his own price—clearly rattled.

Dominic nodded absently. “So, you’re guarding against Ms. Tremaine?”

Benedict hesitated, frustration simmering. He felt he’d made things perfectly clear—why was Dominic still pressing the issue? The relentless questioning was getting under his skin.

If Dominic noticed his irritation, he gave no sign. He simply continued, “Seems your relationship with Ms. Tremaine isn’t quite as rosy as you made it out to be. That bandage on your forehead—did Ms. Tremaine give you that? Looks to me like she’s determined to end things.”

“We’re fine,” Benedict insisted, the lie heavy on his tongue. “She’s just upset, that’s all.”

Even now, he refused to admit that he and Cynthia had broken up. As far as he was concerned, it was her decision, not his—he didn’t agree to it.

The words hung in the air, thickening the silence between them.