Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 270

“Cynthia, open the door.”

A few seconds passed before Cynthia finally unlocked the fitting room door.

Dominic’s gaze dropped to the floor, immediately taking in the mess—clothes scattered everywhere, a wet patch on the tile, and a slick trail right through the puddle.

It was obvious Cynthia had stepped inside and immediately slipped on the wet floor.

Dominic’s expression grew stern as he glanced from the chaos inside to Cynthia herself.

A flicker of embarrassment passed through Cynthia’s eyes. She knew falling flat in the fitting room must look painfully foolish in Dominic’s eyes.

In the seconds before unlocking the door, she’d already rehearsed all the things Dominic might say—none of them kind.

So when he reached in and swiftly pulled her out, she braced herself for some biting remark about her clumsiness.

But when she kept her head down and stayed silent, Dominic frowned and asked, “Are you alright? Where did you hit yourself?”

That was nothing like the scathing words Juliet had imagined.

Surprise flashed across her face, and for a moment, she just stared at him.

Dominic, still without an answer, frowned deeper. “What, did you fall hard enough to lose your voice?”

Now that sounded more like him. Cynthia quickly shook her head. “No... I’m fine.”

She’d managed to grab the coat hook as she fell, so though it had made a loud crash, she’d come away unscathed. The only real casualty was the coat hook itself, which now lay in pieces on the floor.

Dominic’s gaze turned cold as he swept his eyes over to the sales assistant, then to the janitor hurrying over with a cleaning cloth.

Dominic’s eyes were icy as he glanced at him. “Seems you’ve been too busy lately, Mr. Blake. Maybe too much on your plate?”

Vernon, catching the implication, glanced at the basic evening dress the assistant was about to hand Cynthia. His expression shifted, and he immediately instructed the staff to bring out the dress Dominic had sent over earlier. He personally led Cynthia to the VIP fitting room.

Moments later, the assistant returned with Dominic’s dress—a butter-yellow, wide-strapped, sleeveless gown, both vibrant and elegant. The hem was trimmed in irregular ruffled layers, with a bow at the left waist and a ribbon trailing down.

Cynthia recognized it at a glance—this was Chanel’s newest design, just announced on their website and not even in stores yet.

It was nearly impossible for an ordinary person to get their hands on an unreleased Chanel dress.

Vernon, though respected in the fashion world, didn’t have that kind of access.

Clearly, this had been arranged by Dominic.