Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 296

Cynthia paused for a split second, forcing an awkward smile. “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Even as she spoke, she was already pulling up her payment app.

Dominic watched her fuss over her account, a hint of an amused smile flickering at the corners of his mouth. She looked just like a little money-grubber.

Nathan immediately took out his phone, transferred Cynthia her winnings, and laughed. “What’s the problem? You won fair and square. If anything, when you took over, Dominic was already down—he should be sending you money too.”

Dominic chuckled, rubbing his forehead. Nathan was clearly trying to drag him into this. Not one to be petty, Dominic pulled out his own phone. “Alright, I’ll send it.”

No sooner did Dominic lift his phone to scan her code than Cynthia quickly raised her hand to cover it. “No, really, that’s not necessary.”

She’d already benefitted enough today from Dominic’s presence.

Nathan chimed in at once. “C’mon, Cynthia, don’t play favorites. If you won’t take his money, you shouldn’t take ours either.”

Dominic brushed aside her hand, ignoring her protests, and transferred two hundred thousand dollars to her account.

Nathan finally felt things were fair.

Cynthia stared at the notification, her heart pounding with excitement. Money had been tight lately—she never imagined she’d walk away from today with such a windfall.

Truth be told, Cynthia’s card skills had been honed years ago, back when she was courting investors for VistaSphere Group. Those society ladies had almost no other entertainment except cards; they played every day. Cynthia had lost miserably when she started, but she’d learned fast.

Someone like Miranda, spoiled and sheltered, couldn’t compete with that level of experience.

Jocelyn seized the opportunity, flashing her own account QR at Garry, her voice sugary sweet. “Big brother, Nick let Cynthia collect her winnings. Can I get some too? Please? Best brother ever?”

Garry gave her a look, half irritated, half amused. “What are you, a highway robber?”

Jocelyn grinned. “Nope, just broke. Even Miranda’s noticed how down-and-out I am these days—funny how you haven’t.”

Miranda: “…”

She’d only blurted out that comment by accident, and now Jocelyn was clearly holding a grudge.

Usually, when the brothers played to kill time, nobody lost or won more than a million; those kinds of stakes were reserved for business entertaining.

Jocelyn giggled. “Is that a lot? Miss Kingsley said it was just a friendly game. Cyndi and I were so freaked out, we cashed out as soon as we could.”

Miranda, feeling the barb, struggled to keep her composure.

A spark of surprise flashed in Nathan’s eyes. “Really? I didn’t realize Miranda played for such high stakes. Once in a while, sure, but doing that regularly… it’ll take a toll.”

The Kingsley family’s profits had been declining for a few years now. In fact, by the end of last year, the Fairchilds’ earnings had overtaken the Kingsleys’ by fifty percent. Sure, a declining dynasty is still formidable, but when a powerful family starts to collapse, the fallout spreads wide.

The Guthries still had business ties with the Kingsleys, after all.

Nathan wasn’t trying to stir up trouble—he just felt compelled to give a friendly warning.

Miranda could only mumble a sullen “Mm,” feeling completely exasperated. She shot Jocelyn a glare, only for Garry to catch her in the act, so she forced a thin, helpless smile.