For a brief moment, there was silence on the other end of the line. Only after a long pause did Jenny's voice finally return—shocked, almost disbelieving.
"Are you serious?"
Cynthia replied with a quiet "Yes. I'll handle the arrangements. But until everything is settled, not a word to anyone."
Jenny took a moment, then gave her solemn promise—she wouldn't breathe a word about this to anyone.
Once she'd calmed down, though, it struck her as rather unlikely that Cynthia could convince someone like Dominic to invest in Valmont Holdings. With the kind of profits Valmont's projects brought in, why would a man like Dominic even bother?
After hanging up, Cynthia rummaged through her purse, searching for the business card Assistant Shaw had handed her after the car accident. She couldn't find it anywhere.
The insurance company had handled everything in the aftermath, and she hadn't kept any of Dominic's or his assistant's contact information.
After a moment's hesitation, she messaged Jocelyn, asking if she knew Dominic's address in Cloudcrest City.
Jocelyn's lazy tone vanished the instant she heard Cynthia was asking about Dominic's place—suddenly alert and full of energy.
She and Cynthia had grown up together, so she was well aware of the old engagement between the Tremaines and the Holloways.
"Cynthia, don't tell me you're actually thinking of circling back to that old flame?" Jocelyn teased.
Cynthia rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "Is that all I can ever be—an old flame?"
Jocelyn considered for a second. "Well, if you'd rather be the prodigal daughter returning home, that's always an option too."
Cynthia couldn't help but laugh. She got straight to the point. "My sister mentioned he was interested in buying shares of VistaSphere Group. I want to talk to him about it."
Jocelyn fell silent for a moment, then offered a gentle warning.
She raised her hand to ring again. Just then, the door swung open from the inside.
Dominic stood there, strikingly handsome, his expression calm but with a hint of irritation in his dark eyes.
In his elegant hand, he held a phone. The screen showed a MOBA game that had been popular for years; his character had just been killed.
Cynthia blinked in surprise—she'd never expected someone as aloof and unapproachable as Dominic to be into video games.
"Mr. Holloway, my sister mentioned you're interested in acquiring shares of VistaSphere Group. I came to—"
He barely spared her a glance, his face unreadable. Before she could finish, his in-game character respawned, and he turned his attention back to his phone.
He made no move to invite her in, but neither did he ask her to leave. He simply stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance.
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