Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 377

Cynthia left Dominic’s office and headed straight for the elevators.

The receptionist noticed her standing silently by the elevator doors for quite some time. After a moment, she walked over, realizing Cynthia hadn’t pressed the down button.

“Miss Tremaine, would you like me to call the elevator for you?” she asked softly.

Cynthia blinked back to the present and offered an apologetic smile. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” the receptionist replied respectfully.

When the elevator doors slid open, Cynthia let out a quiet breath to steady herself and stepped inside.

Just as the doors closed, her phone rang. Cynthia glanced at the screen—a number she didn’t recognize. Her gaze cooled, a hint of indifference settling in her eyes. She slid her pale finger across the screen and raised the phone to her ear.

Giselle’s voice came through the receiver almost immediately. “Miss Tremaine?”

Cynthia’s tone was flat, betraying no surprise. “What is it?”

Giselle, thrown off by Cynthia’s unruffled response, fell silent. Unfazed, Cynthia hung up without a second thought.

The elevator chimed and opened on the ground floor. Cynthia strode out, her phone buzzing again with the same unfamiliar number.

She answered, holding the phone to her ear without a word.

This time, Giselle didn’t hesitate. “Miss Tremaine, I want to work with you.”

Cynthia let out a short, amused laugh. “You? Work with me? On what, exactly?”

Cynthia let out a dry, mocking laugh. “Miss Channing, with your kind of intelligence, you’re no match for Janice. Maybe you should focus on your recovery—and see if you can give Benedict a child or two. That’s about as much leverage as you’ll ever have.”

Without waiting for a response, she hung up and immediately blocked the number.

Cynthia wasn’t fooled. Giselle had signed off on that non-disclosure so quickly yesterday—clearly, Benedict had managed to pacify her. Now she was calling about some supposed alliance, but her real aim was obvious: probe Cynthia on Benedict’s behalf.

She couldn’t even pull off a half-decent ploy. No wonder she was destined to be nothing more than Benedict’s pampered pet.

When Cynthia returned to VistaSphere Group, Benedict was stepping out of the elevator. Spotting her coming in from outside, he frowned. “Where have you been?”

Cynthia’s expression was cool, her gaze sliding past him. “I went to Holloway Enterprises.”

His demeanor changed instantly. Forgetting whatever else he’d been about to do, Benedict fell into step beside her and pressed, “Why did you go to Holloway Enterprises?”