Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 248

Jenny’s face was full of confusion. Cynthia’s words made it sound as if the entire point of founding VistaSphere Group had been to become just another branch of Holloway Enterprises.

But Cynthia didn’t bother to explain further. She simply smiled, clearly in good spirits.

Jenny let the matter drop and smiled back, lifting her water glass to clink gently against Cynthia’s.

“If it weren’t for you, I never would’ve had a chance to connect with Mr. Holloway. If Valmont Holdings finally turns around, I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.”

Cynthia grinned. “I’ll hold you to that, Ms. Selwyn.”

She raised her own glass and tapped it lightly against Jenny’s once more.

After their meal, Jenny offered to give Cynthia a ride home.

But Cynthia needed to head to Dominic’s underground parking garage to get her car, so she politely declined.

Seeing Cynthia’s insistence, Jenny didn’t press her.

Jenny’s car pulled away, leaving Cynthia standing alone on the curb, just about to pull out her phone to call a cab. At that moment, Dominic’s driver approached, speaking respectfully.

“Miss Tremaine, Mr. Holloway asked that you wait for him in the car. He’d like to discuss something with you after his dinner.”

Cynthia nodded and followed the driver to Dominic’s car.

Dominic’s dinner meeting wasn’t over yet.

She waited in the backseat for more than half an hour.

She hadn’t taken a break at lunch, too busy sorting through paperwork. Now, sitting and waiting in the confined car, drowsiness crept over her, and she drifted off to sleep, slouched against the seat.

The dinner finally ended.

Dominic stepped out of the restaurant.

The sudden proximity of his handsome features snapped her out of her groggy haze. She swallowed, voice quiet. “What is it?”

Dominic slid his arm around her waist and tugged her into his arms, holding her close. His voice was low. “People are watching.”

Startled, Cynthia quickly pressed her face into Dominic’s chest.

She recognized the men outside—they had crossed paths with Father Benedict more than once. If they figured out who she was, who knew what news might make its way back to Benedict’s ears.

Her head bumped against Dominic’s chest, and he felt a sudden, delightful warmth there. Glancing down at her tousled hair, he couldn’t help but smile.

He pressed a light, discreet kiss to her hair, then turned to address the group lingering outside the car with a helpless shrug.

“My girlfriend’s been waiting so long, she’s a bit upset. Sorry, gentlemen, I’ll have to call it a night. Next time, drinks are on me.”

The others all laughed and assured him they understood, bidding him a cheerful goodnight.