Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 86

Assistant Shaw lingered by the curb, waiting until Dominic emerged. The moment he spotted him, Shaw hurried out, opening the back door of the car.

Father Benedict accompanied Dominic to the car, pausing when he noticed his own vehicle wasn't blocking Dominic's way. He frowned slightly.

"Mr. Holloway…"

Dominic's expression was calm, almost indifferent. "Looks like the car that was blocking me earlier wasn't yours after all, Mr. Shepard. My mistake."

Shaw raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

He'd been waiting in the car the entire time—he hadn't seen any car blocking them.

Benedict said nothing more, just nodded politely. "No worries."

Dominic showed not the slightest trace of embarrassment as he ducked into the car.

Benedict watched Dominic's car pull away, then turned to head back and find Cynthia.

Dominic was hardly the type to act out of the goodness of his heart. Benedict could feel it—Dominic was different when it came to Cynthia.

Jaw clenched, Benedict's face darkened as he marched up to the door of Cynthia's cottage. He rapped sharply.

"Cynthia. Open the door."

Inside, Cynthia was finishing up her evening routine. At the sound of Benedict's voice, she calmly picked up her phone and dialed her next-door neighbor.

"Marion, I need your help."

She had barely spoken before Marion's furious voice burst through the line.

"That bastard's back again?"

Cynthia made a pitiful sound of agreement.

Marion didn't hesitate, thumping her chest in promise. "Don't worry, honey. I'll get rid of him for you."

Cynthia had recently promised Marion use of her grandmother's old plot of land for gardening, rent-free. Marion had been especially warm toward her ever since.

Cynthia thanked her, and Marion quickly hung up, clearly eager to deal with Benedict.

Assistant Shaw watched Benedict's car speed past, then glanced at Dominic in the back seat. "So, cousin, now that everyone's gone, should we—?"

He didn't finish. Dominic simply held out his hand. "Phone."

Shaw blinked, confused, but handed his unlocked phone over.

Dominic dialed a number and put the phone to his ear. "Hello, I'd like to report a possible drunk driver—license plate YN A135. The vehicle's heading from Sycamore Lane toward Maplewood Drive, likely en route to Southcourt Apartments."

Shaw stared, speechless.

Dominic ended the call and tossed the phone back to him.

Shaw caught it. "Why didn't you use your own phone?"

Dominic gave a slight, almost imperceptible smile. "Because this sort of thing seems more your style."

"…"

Shaw scratched his head, wondering if he really was that devious.