Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 354

Cynthia kicked and struggled, but Benedict refused to let go.

“Let me go!” she snapped.

Hanley tried several times to intervene, but each attempt was blocked by people around them. Benedict’s standing in Cloudcrest City was simply too high—no one dared to cross him.

Hanley hesitated, weighing his options, but in the end he could only watch helplessly as Benedict bent down and hoisted Cynthia over his shoulder, striding purposefully down the hallway.

“Put me down!” Cynthia fumed, clawing at Benedict’s face in a wild attempt to free herself. Her nails left angry red scratches along his cheek.

A cold male voice rang out from not far away. “Didn’t you hear her? She said let her go.”

A flash of hope lit up Cynthia’s eyes. She looked up to see Dominic approaching, his expression sharp and forbidding. The top two buttons of his black shirt hung undone, and there was a barely restrained anger simmering beneath his otherwise composed exterior.

Everyone standing near the private room doorway froze, stunned. No one expected to see Dominic here—this was a man usually glimpsed only on financial news channels or at exclusive events, not in a place like this.

Benedict stiffened, an unwillingness flickering in his eyes, but even he knew better than to antagonize Dominic at a time like this. With a barely concealed sigh, he set Cynthia down.

“Mr. Holloway. What a coincidence,” Benedict said, forcing a smile. “What brings you here tonight?”

Dominic’s gaze remained icy as he strode up to them. Without hesitation, he seized Cynthia’s wrist and pulled her firmly to his side, his possessiveness unmistakable.

“Not a coincidence,” he replied coolly. “Where exactly were you planning to take her?”

Dominic seemed to sense her discomfort. He shot a dark look at the crowd, as if eager to escape their scrutiny, and followed her out without another word.

Galen was waiting at the curb. Spotting Cynthia and Dominic emerging from the restaurant, he hurried to open the car door.

As Cynthia slid into the back seat, Galen asked with concern, “Are you all right, Miss Tremaine? That must have been quite a scare.”

Cynthia was about to answer when Dominic let out a cold, derisive laugh. “She didn’t seem all that scared to me. Looked like she was enjoying Benedict’s heavy-handed, melodramatic antics.”

Cynthia felt a chill run down her spine. Where on earth had Dominic picked up that kind of language? He sounded disturbingly familiar with the clichés of trashy romance.

Seeing the stormy look on his face, Cynthia wisely kept her head down and said nothing, not daring to provoke him any further.