Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 255

She’d only spouted all that nonsense earlier to make Benedict give up and keep his mouth shut.

From the look on his face, he’d obviously overheard everything.

Cynthia awkwardly turned away, refusing to meet the man’s eyes as he stood in the doorway.

Dominic’s lips quirked in a faint, knowing smile before he looked away, his gaze dropping to the defeated figure of Benedict.

“You came to discuss business with Mr. Shepard, right? I trust you haven’t forgotten why you’re here?”

Benedict hesitated, suddenly remembering the drunken message he’d sent Dominic the night before—agreeing to sell his shares in VistaSphere Group and asking Dominic to lay off the company. He’d meant to discuss it with Cynthia too, but when he called her, a man’s voice answered, mumbling something about going to bed. The shock of it made him forget everything he’d wanted to say.

Trying to steady himself, Benedict shot Cynthia a glance, then forced a more composed expression as he gestured politely to Dominic.

“Mr. Holloway, if you’ll follow me, we can discuss the details in my office.”

Dominic nodded.

Benedict led the way, while Dominic paused, casting a look into Cynthia’s office. She sat at her desk, deliberately avoiding his gaze. Amused, Dominic pulled out his phone and sent her a quick message:

*So… did we really do everything we shouldn’t have? Still covered in love bites? Funny, I don’t remember any of it.*

He pocketed his phone, lips curling in silent laughter.

It wasn’t until the men had left the office that Cynthia dared pick up her phone. When she read Dominic’s message, her face turned scarlet.

She pounded her fist lightly on the desk, trying to calm herself before typing back:

Benedict took a slow breath and pressed on. “Please believe me, Mr. Holloway. I have what it takes to lead VistaSphere Group to greater heights. Since its founding, I’ve been the driving force behind its growth. I just ask that you trust in my abilities and stand with me.”

Finally, Dominic slipped his phone into his pocket and fixed Benedict with a level gaze.

There was no visible shift in Dominic’s expression, yet a heavy, unspoken pressure seemed to fill the room. Benedict struggled to maintain his composure, but nerves betrayed him. He forced himself to meet Dominic’s eyes, but tension radiated from every line of his posture.

As the silence dragged on, Benedict’s confidence began to waver. He realized how disheveled and awkward he must appear. He opened his mouth to explain himself, but the words died before he could speak. No excuse could justify the state he was in.

At last, Dominic spoke, his tone low and detached. “I only work with those who prove themselves strong, Mr. Shepard. Whether you qualify is still up for debate. I’m here to buy shares, not to pick sides.”

He paused, letting the words sink in.

“Someone who can’t accept the consequences of their own mistakes, who argues for the sake of it, or dodges responsibility—they’re not someone I’d call strong.”