Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 80

Cynthia pressed her lips together, then spoke in a soft voice.

"Mr. Holloway…"

Dominic looked up at her, his gaze warm but shadowed by emotions Cynthia couldn't quite decipher.

As she remembered the question she was about to ask, an irrepressible smile tugged at her lips.

"So, that game last night—are you seriously telling me it was the system playing for you after you fell asleep?"

The warmth in Dominic's eyes cooled in an instant. Cynthia had her answer already; she grinned, spun on her heel, and strode away.

Who said he was the only one allowed to make fun of her for her poor taste? Why couldn't she laugh at his lackluster gaming skills?

He'd have his turn to tease her in a few days anyway, so she might as well get her laughs in first.

In high spirits, Cynthia walked out of Holloway Enterprises and headed toward her car.

Just as she reached it, Benedict climbed out of his own vehicle, intercepting her.

"Cyndi, all done in there?"

"Let me see the contract."

Without waiting for her to respond, Benedict snatched her bag and started rifling through it, searching for the paperwork.

Cynthia's smile vanished.

She'd almost forgotten about this particular headache.

When he didn't find the contract, a flicker of confusion crossed Benedict's face. He stared straight at Cynthia.

"Cynthia, what's going on?"

She snatched her bag back, her expression icy.

"Maybe Mr. Holloway thought your performance last night was so unimpressive that he needs to seriously reconsider partnering with VistaSphere Group."

Benedict's jaw tensed as frustration flashed in his eyes.

"So, you didn't close the deal either, did you? Then what are you so smug about?"

She rolled her eyes and sped up, heading back to her small townhome.

The moment she got inside, she locked the front door, determined not to give Benedict a chance to follow her in.

Left out on the porch, Benedict's frustration boiled over.

"Cynthia, our wedding is just days away! There are still so many details to finalize. Can't we just sit down and talk?"

Cynthia stood just inside the door, her voice flat and unmoved.

"I'll discuss the details with the wedding planner. All you need to do is show up on time."

"Cynthia, are you really going to keep giving me the cold shoulder?" Benedict pressed.

She didn't answer—just walked away, leaving him alone with the sound of her retreating footsteps.

Benedict clenched his jaw in frustration.

Maybe Zachary's advice wasn't so bad after all. He'd been too soft on her—no wonder she'd grown so headstrong.