Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 363

Benedict caught the steely resolve in Cynthia’s eyes, but beneath it, the panic was just as clear.

“Cynthia…”

He had always believed, with absolute certainty, that Cynthia would never leave him.

But ever since he’d learned that Cynthia was none other than Miss Cynthia of the Tremaines, that certainty had started to unravel, thread by thread.

Now, the way Cynthia looked at him—like he was a stranger—shook the last of his confidence.

With Fred standing there, Cynthia finally had her chance to break free.

Expressionless, she strode past Benedict without so much as a glance, her eyes as cold and distant as winter rain.

The moment she passed, Benedict froze. He reached for her on instinct, but Fred stepped in, blocking his hand.

He didn’t care that they were in the lobby of the company, in full view of everyone. Benedict—who would never have admitted fault to Cynthia in public—suddenly sounded desperate.

“Cynthia, I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I was just upset, I know you’d never get involved with Mr. Holloway. I was just scared of losing you, and I said things I shouldn’t have—”

But Cynthia didn’t so much as pause at his words.

She walked straight to the elevator, waiting for it to arrive, her irritation simmering just below the surface.

This whole spectacle Benedict had staged today had pushed her patience to its limit.

She frowned, her face set in determination, thinking about how she could avoid running into Benedict at work from now on.

The elevator doors slid open. Cynthia stepped inside just as a message from Frank, her assistant, came through.

*Miss Tremaine, just as you predicted—Johnson started making his move last night.*

Frank proceeded to forward a stack of documents and information.

A faint smile played at Cynthia’s lips as she read the details, the smallest hint of satisfaction flickering across her face.

Janice really didn’t have Benedict’s self-control.

She’d even gone so far as to hire someone just to keep him away.

Gritting his teeth, Benedict turned as if to leave, but Fred shadowed his every move, refusing to let down his guard.

Benedict’s face darkened with frustration. “I’m going back to my own office now. Are you going to block me from that too? Is this really what Cynthia asked you to do?”

At that, Fred finally stepped aside, answering in a calm, measured voice.

“My sole responsibility is to ensure that no man interferes with Miss Tremaine’s work.”

No man?

Benedict’s face twitched.

Did that mean there were others trying to get close to Cynthia besides him?

So… Fred wasn’t just there to keep him away?