Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 330

Dominic glanced up, noticing Cynthia still lingering by the aisle. His voice was low and commanding.

"Are you coming over or not?"

That finally got Cynthia moving—she walked toward Dominic and, with a polite smile, addressed Viola.

"Sorry, Miss Chalfont, Mr. Holloway and I need to discuss work. Would you mind giving us a moment?"

Viola shot Cynthia a glare full of venom but, unwillingly, slid out of the seat beside Dominic. Left with no other option, she took the seat beside Cynthia on the other side.

While they waited for takeoff, Dominic idly picked up the airline’s in-flight magazine, flipping through the pages.

Viola, never one to miss an opportunity, kept trying to draw Dominic into conversation.

"Nick, my trip to Cloudcrest City is work-related too. The Chalfonts just launched a new beverage line, and it's been getting a great response. I’m handling franchise recruitment this time."

She hesitated, feigning modesty. "Honestly, I don’t have much experience. My family wants me to get some practice, so... if I run into any trouble, could I ask you for advice?"

Dominic set the magazine down, his expression cold as ice as he glanced at her.

"Sorry. I don’t waste time teaching idiots."

Cynthia was unfazed; she’d been on the receiving end of Dominic’s sharp tongue before. She only raised an eyebrow, hardly surprised.

Earlier, Cynthia had made herself as small as possible against the seatback, giving Viola plenty of space to lean toward Dominic—hoping to encourage their conversation. This was exactly the moment she’d been waiting for.

Seeing Viola’s crestfallen, almost tearful expression, Cynthia felt a surge of satisfaction. The Chalfont sisters had made life hell for her own sister for years. Watching Viola get put in her place by Dominic? Served her right.

Viola, not used to Dominic’s bluntness, stared at him in disbelief. It took her a moment to realize she hadn’t misheard, and when she did, her face went pale.

For years, the Chalfonts’ growing influence meant that most people treated her with deference and flattery. She’d never been insulted so directly.

"I just thought I saw your eyes roll back for a second—like someone about to faint. I was worried you weren’t feeling well."

Viola clenched her teeth, barely keeping her composure.

"You must be seeing things."

Cynthia nodded lightly, smiling.

"Maybe I was mistaken."

She paused, then added sweetly,

"But just in case—if you’re not feeling well, it’s best to get checked out. You really shouldn’t ignore your health. After all, our eyes are pretty important, wouldn’t you agree?"

Viola drew in a sharp breath, jaw tight with fury. If Dominic weren’t sitting right there, she would have torn Cynthia’s fake concern to shreds.