Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 381

“What you’ve done today has also caused irreparable damage to my personal reputation,” Benedict continued, his eyes glinting with cunning. “So let’s make a wager. If the investigation clears my name, you will transfer your remaining ten percent of VistaSphere Group shares to me. What do you say?”

He watched her, a predatory confidence in his stare.

Cynthia didn’t answer immediately.

“You’re so certain of my guilt that you’ve brought a team to seize my files,” he pressed, his voice low and challenging. “You must have some proof. Or are you afraid to take the bet?”

Cynthia let out a soft laugh. “Why would I be afraid?”

She didn’t own a single share of VistaSphere anymore. She had nothing to lose.

Hearing her accept, Benedict finally lowered his arm, allowing her team to flood into his office.

The first thing Cynthia noticed was his computer. It was on, but the desktop was completely empty. Not a single file in sight. The recycling bin was empty, too. He had spent his time in here wiping everything clean.

She glanced at the computer tower. At least he hadn't destroyed it.

“Fred, take the tower and the monitor,” she instructed.

At that, Benedict walked over, leaning his hands on the desk and bringing his face close to hers. “Cynthia, if you take my computer, how am I supposed to work?” he asked with a smirk. “You just checked. There’s nothing on it for you. There never will be.”

The sickeningly sweet sentiment made Cynthia’s stomach churn.

Fred caught her eye, then glanced at a golf club propped against the wall behind the door. He understood immediately and stepped away from the bookshelf.

Cynthia walked over, picked up the club, and swung it hard against the shelf. One by one, the mementos of their past shattered on the floor, exploding into dust and fragments.

Benedict’s face contorted in shock, and he shot to his feet, but Fred was quicker, pressing him back down into the chair by his shoulder. “Where are you going, Mr. Shepard? Just relax. Stay seated.”

As Cynthia raised the club to smash the very last gift, Benedict roared, “Cynthia, stop! That one… leave me that one!”