Janice had wanted to stay behind, but when Viola dismissed her too, she could only stop at the elevator doors and watch as Benedict and Viola stepped inside together.
She didn’t turn away until the doors slid shut. Even then, the disappointment in her eyes was impossible to hide.
If only Benedict’s plan had already worked, she would have been happy for Cynthia to discover their relationship sooner. Once Cynthia gave up for good and returned to the city, Benedict would finally be hers—completely.
Inside, Benedict led Viola into his office.
Viola’s gaze swept the room, a flicker of contempt flashing in her eyes.
“So, this is the office Cynthia designed for you, isn’t it?”
Cynthia’s talent for design had shown itself back in middle school, earning her the admiration of every teacher. Viola, on the other hand, was constantly overshadowed—at home, bullied by her sister Vicky, and at school, always losing to Cynthia. Whenever they competed in anything, Viola inevitably came in second.
Benedict nodded.
“Yes.”
A mocking smile curled at the corner of Viola’s lips.
So Cynthia really had planned to spend her life with this man.
The information Viola had dug up made it clear: On the eve of Cynthia and Benedict’s engagement, he’d already been having a heated affair with an intern from one of their partner companies. Most likely, right here in the office Cynthia had so carefully designed for him.
The thought of Cynthia’s pain brought Viola a perverse sense of satisfaction.
Finally, Cynthia was getting a taste of her own medicine.
“Just give them to me.”
Since taking over as CEO of VistaSphere Group, it had been a long time since anyone had looked at Benedict with such open disdain. He had tolerated Viola’s attitude up to this point, but now, realizing she planned to use the photos as ammunition in the city’s high society, he wasn’t about to make it easy for her.
“Miss Chalfont,” he said, his tone even, “You came to me because you want to work together. That makes us equals. If you want to stir up trouble in the city’s social circles, you’ll need my cooperation. A few photos are nothing compared to the role I can play.”
There were plenty of powerful families in the city, more than enough wealthy heirs to catch Cynthia’s eye. If she returned to her old life, there would be no hope of reconciliation between them. Only by ruining her reputation would she be unable to find her footing in that world again. And when she had nowhere else to turn, he would be her only option.
After seven years together, Benedict couldn’t bear to let Cynthia go. Since last night, when she left with Dominic, a gnawing sense of crisis had taken root inside him; he knew he could never compete with those privileged young men. Only by destroying Cynthia’s prospects could he force her to stay.
Viola was silent for a few seconds. She couldn’t deny—Benedict made a compelling argument.
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