Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 307

Viola glared daggers at Cynthia. “Really, Cynthia? You pick today of all days to ask something like that? You’re obviously just trying to ruin the mood!”

Cynthia shot her a look of pure disdain. “If what I said is so disgusting, then what about the people who actually do shameless things? Aren’t they even worse?”

“You—” Viola ground her teeth, ready to snap back, but before she could, Vicky intervened.

“That’s enough, Viola. Just calm down. It’s only a game—don’t be such a sore loser.”

Vicky had no intention of letting Cynthia push Viola into saying something she’d regret. She shot Viola a warning look, then picked up her wine glass and downed it in one go, her eyes flashing with a hint of resentment.

Cynthia just smiled at her, and as soon as Vicky finished her drink, Cynthia was the first to clap.

“Impressive, Vicky. You really can hold your liquor.”

Vicky found Cynthia’s smile almost blinding in its smugness. Slamming her glass onto the table, she turned to Seymour, putting on a bright, brittle smile as she asked her question.

“So, Seymour, do you love me more, or your ex-girlfriend?”

She decided to borrow Cynthia’s line of questioning and throw it at Seymour.

“Looks like we’re in for bad weather today,” Seymour replied, not missing a beat, sidestepping the question entirely.

Vicky had expected him to at least spare her dignity with a diplomatic answer, maybe even take a drink for show. But he dodged the question altogether, leaving her momentarily frozen, her smile faltering. Luckily, Seymour quickly turned away and tossed his own question to the next person, sparing her from further embarrassment.

Cynthia, seated closest to her, watched the whole thing unfold with a knowing grin. As she set her glass back on the table, she leaned in and murmured, “Not such a great feeling, is it, Vicky?”

Vicky let out a soft, cold laugh and replied evenly, “Not as bad as your sister’s, I bet.”

Her expression was perfectly controlled, as if she were just making small talk with Cynthia.

Their seamless teamwork sparked a round of laughter from the others.

Vicky didn’t let her mask slip, only offering a faint smile.

Cynthia turned, her tone quick and direct, firing the next question at Dominic. “So, Dominic, do you like me?”

She was clearly continuing the line of questioning from before.

Dominic: “……”

Touché.

A victorious smile curled at Cynthia’s lips as a sense of satisfaction washed over her. She reached for the bottle in front of Dominic, filled his glass to the brim, and handed it to him with a flourish.