Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 353

The man’s expression darkened instantly, and he looked about ready to start shouting when one of their classmates stepped in to stop him.

“Come on, we’re all friends here. Let’s not make this worse.”

“Oh, so now we’re all friends?” the woman shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm as she glared at Cynthia, her eyes brimming with resentment. “Why didn’t she remember that earlier and keep it in the group? Instead, she called the cops and got Janice and Benedict dragged out together.”

It was clear her outrage was directed at Cynthia, though it was hard to tell whether she was more indignant on Benedict’s behalf or Janice’s.

Cynthia gave a lazy, almost amused half-smile. “If you’re so worried about Benedict spending the night in a holding cell, why don’t you go bail him out yourself? Who knows, maybe he’ll be so grateful, he’ll offer you something more in return.”

With that, she turned and strolled out of the private dining room.

Just then, Benedict and Janice entered from the hallway, blocking the doorway as Cynthia approached.

She raised an eyebrow at the pair. “Out already? That was fast.”

Honestly, she wasn’t surprised. VistaSphere Group was a big name in Grandview City, and Benedict had his share of connections. Cynthia had guessed from the start that the police would write it up as a mutual altercation and let them go.

Benedict met her gaze with a tight frown, his voice low. “You sound disappointed I didn’t have to spend the night in jail.”

Cynthia glanced back into the room, smiling. “Disappointed? Not at all. If anyone’s disappointed, it’s someone else here. Can’t even land a spot as the backup plan, let alone the main event.”

The woman Cynthia was needling turned pale and rushed to explain herself to Janice. “Janice, she’s making things up. Don’t listen to her.”

Cynthia snorted. “Janice and Benedict are just friends, right? So why are you explaining yourself to Janice?”

The woman blanched, and even Janice’s face tightened.

Cynthia gave a cold laugh. “I wouldn’t bet on it.”

Then she turned to Janice, tossing the words over her shoulder. “You’re just going to stand there and watch your man manhandle me?”

Janice froze, instinctively glancing at Benedict before quickly distancing herself from Cynthia. “Why don’t you just go home with Benedict, Cynthia? He loves you so much. Forgive him—he won’t make the same mistake again.”

Cynthia looked at Janice’s martyred expression and chuckled. “Even the Ninja Turtles would bow down to your self-sacrifice.”

Janice bit her lip, doubling down. “Don’t let Giselle poison your mind, Cynthia.”

Cynthia didn’t answer, shifting her gaze away.

Benedict had already bent down to retrieve her phone from the floor. He kept hold of her wrist as he led her out of the restaurant.