Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 328

“Isn’t it a little...unofficial, the way things are now?”

Dominic’s expression darkened instantly.

Juliet shot him a half-smile, then caught a glimpse of Cynthia in the rearview mirror, stepping out of The Tremaines. Without another word, Juliet started the engine and drove away.

Watching her sister’s car pull off, Cynthia walked over to Dominic, curiosity flickering across her face.

“So, what did my sister say to you?”

Dominic glanced down at her, his tone cool and even. “Nothing much. She just wanted me to recommend someone—an agent, that’s all.”

Cynthia’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Then I’ll leave it to Mr. Holloway to introduce a good agent to Tremaine Holdings.”

Her sister had been worn out lately—balancing doctor’s appointments and running the company. If a professional agent could take over, maybe Juliet could finally catch her breath. Besides, if Juliet was ready to hire outside help, that must mean Tremaine Holdings was really turning a corner.

Dominic looked at her. “Just because she asked, I’m supposed to say yes?”

Cynthia hesitated, recalling what her sister had told her the night before, just before bed:

*If you ever get stuck, just turn on the charm with Dominic. Learn to use your natural advantages.*

At the time, Cynthia hadn’t reacted to the advice. But wasn’t this exactly the kind of situation her sister meant?

“You will help, won’t you?” She gazed up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

Dominic’s glance flickered over her face, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he turned and slid into his car.

“I’m just a brick, Cynthia. I go wherever I’m needed.”

Dominic replied with a smirk, “Too bad I’m surrounded by talent. I don’t need another brick.”

His words caught her off guard. Surrounded by talent—so she didn’t count as one of them? But thinking of the impressive people in Dominic’s circle, Cynthia couldn’t really argue. Those were the kind of financial hotshots who made regular appearances on business TV.

She let out a sigh, gritting her teeth. “Well, maybe you’re short a trophy, then. Think I could pass for the kind of eye-candy that brightens up the place?”

Dominic raised an eyebrow, looking her over. “With what face?”

Cynthia replied, deadpan, “You knocked that off a long time ago.”

She had to admit, when it came to Dominic, she had no pride left. He’d already bruised her ego enough.