Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 306

Before the game began, Juliet quietly stepped over to Cynthia’s side and murmured, “I’m heading home.”

Cynthia glanced up, her eyes flicking warily to Julius standing just behind Juliet. “Text me when you get there.”

Juliet nodded, promising, then left the winery with Julius.

As they walked out, Seymour’s gaze lingered briefly on Juliet. Though he quickly looked away, Vicky caught the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

The rest of the group began drawing lots to decide their seats.

Cynthia found herself sitting just ahead of Vicky. The first round would go clockwise, which meant she’d be the one to ask Vicky a question. She already knew exactly what to ask—a question sharp enough to catch Vicky off guard.

The game officially began.

One by one, everyone took turns asking questions. Some were outright ridiculous, but compared to those, Cynthia’s question was pointed rather than outrageous—just enough to sting.

Lost in her own anticipation, Cynthia didn’t even notice who’d be questioning her until it was almost her turn. She turned and realized Dominic was sitting on her other side, ready to ask his question.

For a split second, her mind went blank, exactly like that awkward, breathless moment when your teenage crush suddenly looks your way—nervous, expectant, completely unprepared.

Dominic didn’t give her time to recover. He leaned in and asked, “Do you like me?”

Cynthia hesitated. “I…”

She instinctively wanted to deny it, but as the words caught in her throat, she realized she was already answering his question. That one-second pause was all it took—she’d hesitated, and in this game, that counted as a “yes.”

The room erupted in laughter.

“With a question like that from Mr. Holloway, what girl could dodge it?” someone joked.

Vicky’s polite smile vanished instantly.

She didn’t answer, just stared at Cynthia, her face falling.

The mood turned tense.

Though Viola and Vicky never got along, this time Viola jumped to her sister’s defense. “Cynthia, what is wrong with you? It’s Vicky’s engagement party—how could you ask that?”

Cynthia cocked her head, feigning innocence. “Aren’t we just playing a game? Some of the earlier questions were way worse, and no one got upset.”

She’d done it on purpose, putting Vicky and Seymour on the spot.

After all, they’d both treated her sister horribly. They only dared to act this way because they knew her sister cared about Tremaine Holdings and didn’t want to make enemies at this critical moment, so they felt free to be as cruel as they liked.