Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 290

“What are you standing there for? Have a seat.”

Viola was just about to pull out a chair when Miranda shot her a warning look that made her freeze mid-motion, her expression turning a little stiff. She could only wave off Jocelyn’s invitation with a forced smile.

“I’ll pass. You guys go ahead—I need to help my sister greet guests in a bit anyway.”

Jocelyn clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Suit yourself.”

That was when Miranda noticed Cynthia, who'd walked in with Dominic. Miranda waved, her smile all sweetness and charm. “Miss Tremaine, why don’t you join us for a game?”

Viola’s hand tightened a little on the back of the chair.

Jocelyn, seeing Miranda’s expression, immediately sensed trouble. “She doesn’t like cards.”

Cynthia had never been interested in playing cards, which was exactly why Jocelyn hadn’t invited her earlier.

Miranda replied smoothly, “Nathan and his brother are coming soon. Dominic and Garry can play with them. There are still hours until dinner, Miss Tremaine. Won’t you be bored if you don’t join in?”

Viola, already holding a grudge against Cynthia, seized the chance to pile on. “Cynthia, don’t tell me you can’t even afford to play cards anymore?”

“Been away from the city a few years and you’re already down on your luck?”

Cynthia had been about to turn Miranda down, but Viola’s words left her no room.

Jocelyn’s face darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean, Viola?”

Viola’s smile was all venom and no warmth. “Nothing at all. I just meant, if Cynthia’s a little short on cash, I could always lend her some.”

If Cynthia refused, it would look like she really was broke. If she played, Miranda was determined to make sure she lost badly. Either way, it was all about humiliating Cynthia.

Cynthia knew exactly what Miranda was up to.

As she walked toward the table, she turned slightly, glancing at Dominic, her voice soft but clear. “Nick, I’m not very good at cards. Will you keep an eye on me?”

Jocelyn, already seated, felt a jolt of delight as she glanced up at Miranda, whose face had visibly darkened. Jocelyn nearly grinned—her best friend always knew how to throw a wrench in Miranda’s plans.

Cynthia’s eyes sparkled, a glint of mischief flashing through them as she spoke.

Dominic looked down at her but didn’t answer.

Cynthia tugged lightly at his sleeve, leaning in and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, help me out, big guy. After all, I’m yours, aren’t I? You’re not just going to sit there and watch them embarrass me, right? My pride’s yours to bruise—and yours alone.”