Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 344

“Cynthia, whose car did you just get out of?”

He'd spotted Cynthia stepping out of a luxury car just as he turned the corner into VistaSphere Group. The distance had been too great to make out the license plate, but from the make, he could tell it was an expensive Bentley.

“What’s it to you?” Cynthia’s tone was icy as she pressed the button for her office floor.

Benedict bristled at her response, his expression darkening.

“We’ve been together for seven years, Cynthia. I just don’t want to see you get fooled by some other guy. Even as a friend, isn’t it okay for me to be a little concerned?”

He knew she was set on breaking up, and that pushing would only drive her further away. So, he tried to soften his approach, hoping that maybe—if he took things slow—he could win her back.

Cynthia let out a cold laugh, finding his sudden concern almost comical.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I have absolutely no intention of being friends.”

Benedict’s face fell, his anger barely contained. “Do you really have to be like this, Cynthia?”

“Do you not understand plain English?”

His jaw tightened, shoulders stiff.

Cynthia deliberately shifted further from him to the far side of the elevator, her posture guarded.

The change in her demeanor stung. Benedict’s hand, halfway outstretched towards her, faltered and dropped to his side, defeated.

“In your eyes, am I just beyond redemption?” His voice was low, heavy with sadness.

“Redemption?” Cynthia’s lips curled into a smirk. “That’s too merciful. Sorry—if it were up to me, I’d sentence you to hanging. Maybe even drawn and quartered while we’re at it.”

Benedict winced, closing his eyes for a moment.

“It shouldn’t have come to this between us.”

“Maybe you should ask yourself why it did.” Her words landed just as the elevator doors slid open.

With only the three of them in Cynthia’s office, Terrance’s meaning was crystal clear.

Benedict’s smile froze, but he forced himself to nod and quietly backed out, shutting the door behind him.

Frank, Cynthia’s assistant, was waiting outside. When Benedict leaned in, trying to eavesdrop, Frank stepped between him and the door.

“Mr. Shepard, I don’t think snooping is very appropriate.”

Benedict stiffened, glowering at the assistant, but didn’t dare press his luck in front of the staff. Instead, he shot Frank a cold warning look.

Frank remained unfazed. He waved over Fred, another assistant, and stationed him at the door.

Benedict had tangled with Fred before and knew the man was utterly unimpressed by his title as VistaSphere Group’s executive president. Gritting his teeth, Benedict turned away, frustration burning in his gut.

All the while, he couldn’t help but regret how much he’d messed things up with Cynthia—especially because of Giselle Channing.