Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 301

Because Seymour Raynes had guests to entertain at lunch, he barely had a chance to greet his close friends properly.

The meal wasn’t even over when he excused himself from the head table and came over specifically to say hello.

"I’ve got something planned for tonight as well. Don’t any of you leave—wait for me at the winery."

The Raynes' winery was just next door to the estate.

Everyone could tell he wasn’t in the best mood, so nobody suggested leaving early.

Cynthia Tremaine glanced at Dominic Holloway beside her. Seeing he had no intention of leaving either, she leaned in and spoke softly.

"If my sister wants to head out later, I’ll go with her. You don’t have to drive me home."

Dominic glanced down at her, his voice low.

"Suit yourself."

Cynthia could hear the annoyance in his tone and pursed her lips.

She’d come with him, but not leaving with him was a slight, whether she meant it or not.

Remembering how much help Dominic had been today, she added quietly, "Don’t be mad. I’ll buy you dinner tomorrow."

If Dominic hadn’t brought her, she never would’ve won so much money.

"Fine."

Once the coldness faded from his eyes and he finally replied, Cynthia felt a bit relieved.

After all, Dominic was her lucky star. She couldn’t afford to offend him.

Across the table, Miranda Kingsley watched Dominic and Cynthia’s quiet, intimate exchange and lost her appetite entirely.

After dinner, the guests began to leave one by one.

People at the main table were still deep in conversation.

"We were just talking—no need for violence. Did I hit a nerve? Or is it that Miss Kingsley wouldn’t even let you shine her shoes?"

"Amazing. You suck up to her so eagerly and yet she still looks down on you?"

Cynthia’s barrage of questions left Viola struggling to breathe.

She had never expected Cynthia—once groomed by the Tremaines as the model debutante—to have such a sharp tongue.

Grinding her teeth, Viola could only spit out, "You shameless bitch."

Cynthia arched an eyebrow, gave Viola a shove, and let go of her wrist.

"Even if I am shameless, you’re not the one to lecture me. Who are you to warn me about anything?"

Viola stumbled, barely regaining her balance. Cynthia’s grip had been surprisingly strong—strong enough to make her realize she’d be no match in a fight.

Even as anger simmered inside her, Viola didn’t dare try anything else.