Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 240

Dominic narrowed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. His expression was cool, almost indifferent, as he fixed Benedict with a steady gaze.

“No? If you haven’t broken up, Mr. Shepard, why are you playing games behind her back? If you can pull this kind of stunt on your fiancée of seven years, I have to wonder how you treat your business partners.”

Benedict’s face changed instantly. He realized Dominic had just lured him into a verbal trap, and a tight knot of frustration lodged in his throat—he couldn’t swallow it, nor could he spit it out.

Dominic’s fingers tapped a slow, rhythmic beat on the armrest of his chair.

Benedict, already anxious, felt his nerves fray even further.

“Mr. Holloway, she and I are just on a break. She’s upset right now, but once she cools off, we’ll get back together.”

“There’s an old saying: ‘If you don’t look out for yourself, no one else will.’ I’m sure, Mr. Holloway, you can understand where I’m coming from, given how far you’ve made it.”

Dominic gave a cold laugh. “Not even a little.”

He’d been raised from birth as the family heir. In the years when his uncles and cousins were at each other’s throats, everyone fought to prove themselves by taking their businesses and projects to new heights—but no one ever jeopardized the company’s interests.

The Holloway family had come this far only because its members stood united.

They might have had small disagreements, but they always kept the bigger picture in mind.

How could Benedict possibly think Dominic would relate to him?

Benedict’s expression stiffened. In Dominic’s words, he caught a glimpse of his true attitude—they were simply not the same kind of people.

Clenching his jaw, Benedict forced a polite smile and stood up, ready to leave.

“Well, if you’re not interested in VistaSphere Group, Mr. Holloway, I won’t take up any more of your time.”

Dominic looked up, his eyes sharpening with a glint of icy resolve.

“We haven’t even discussed price, and you’re already heading for the door? Is my time that worthless, Mr. Shepard?”

Benedict drew a long, shaky breath, losing the composure he’d maintained until now. His chest heaved with anger and indignation.

He could feel Dominic’s contempt—he was being toyed with.

“If you’re not genuinely interested in this deal, Mr. Holloway, then I’ll leave you to it.”

Dominic made no move to stop him. He simply set his cup down and spoke in a mild, almost bored tone.

“Anyone else will offer you even less. But if you don’t believe me, go ahead and find out. Just don’t expect me to be so accommodating next time.”

Benedict clenched his teeth in frustration and stormed out of Dominic’s office.

He refused to believe anyone would bid lower than that for twenty percent of VistaSphere Group. In his mind, those shares were worth at least close to a billion.

Dominic’s offer had been a direct blow to Benedict’s pride—and his bottom line. There was no way he’d ever agree to sell.