Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 347

Terrance strode out of Cynthia’s office, his face thunderous.

Fred watched him leave, then pushed open the office door just enough to check on Cynthia. Once he was sure she was all right, he quietly returned to his desk.

Father Benedict arrived right on schedule.

As he stepped out of the elevator, he spotted Terrance waiting by the doors, clearly eager to leave.

Benedict immediately put on his brightest smile and greeted him warmly.

“Mr. Tremaine, have you and Cynthia finished your talk? It’s almost lunchtime—why don’t you come by my office? I’d love to give you a tour of the company, and then we can all have lunch together. What do you think?”

Terrance let out a cold, derisive snort, his eyes dark as he looked Benedict up and down.

“So what’s your game, Mr. Shepard? You’ve already sold off all your VistaSphere Group shares to someone else. And yet you keep stringing me along. Do you think my time is worthless?”

Benedict’s smile faltered, guilt flickering in his eyes.

“Mr. Tremaine, please, let me explain. This whole situation—”

But Terrance cut him off, shoving Benedict aside as he barked,

“Don’t call me ‘uncle.’ We’re not close. Now get out of my way.”

The icy fury in Terrance’s eyes made Benedict shrink back, rooted to the spot. He managed a weak reply.

“Mr. Tremaine, have a good day.”

Terrance ignored him, stabbed the elevator’s close button, and disappeared as the doors slid shut.

Cynthia stood in her office doorway, having seen the entire exchange. She watched Benedict fawn and grovel before Terrance, then let out a cold, mirthless laugh as she brushed past him on her way to the main work area.

Benedict caught her laugh and shot her a resentful look.

“Cynthia, you know I only sold my VistaSphere shares to Mr. Holloway because he forced my hand. Why didn’t you say something to your uncle? Now he thinks the worst of me!”

Cynthia glanced at him, her eyes brimming with disdain.

“Why should I explain anything for you? Who do you think you are?”

Benedict’s face darkened. He stepped forward, reaching out as if to grab her arm, but just then Fred emerged from the office area.

Benedict quickly dropped his hand, frustration flashing in his eyes.

Cynthia didn’t even spare him a glance. She headed straight for her team, already organizing a small meeting.

Dominic: [Be home by nine. No later.]

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. Just reading his words, she could picture Dominic’s stern face as he typed.

[All right.]

She agreed without hesitation, put her phone away, and stepped into the elevator.

The elevator had barely descended one floor when the doors slid open.

Benedict stood there waiting. He saw her, smiled gently.

“Cynthia, why don’t you ride with me? I’ll drive us over.”

Cynthia didn’t even look at him. “Do you think I can’t afford a car? Or is it that I can’t even afford a cab, so I have to cram into yours?”

Her words hit their mark; Benedict’s gentle smile faltered.

“Cynthia, we—”

She cut him off. “Just riding in the elevator with you is enough to make my skin crawl.”