Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 155

Johnny's father was infamous for his temper.

He'd been stuck in the same position for four years now, and this was his fifth. If he didn't get promoted this time, he'd be doomed to stagnate for the rest of his life.

These days were crucial for building connections, so he'd shown up at Holloway Manor with gifts several times, only to be turned away by Kearney every single time.

If Johnny's father dragged him home tonight, he'd be lucky to escape without a beating.

"Mr. Holloway, I… I didn't know about your relationship with Cynthia, I—"

Dominic didn't give him a chance to explain. He simply slipped an arm around Cynthia's shoulders and walked away.

Johnny swallowed hard. Only then did he notice that the man trailing after Dominic was actually his father's boss.

With just a glance at Johnny, the man picked up his phone and dialed Johnny's father.

A cold sweat broke out on Johnny's forehead. He clenched his jaw, resentment simmering in his chest.

Once they rounded the corner, Dominic let go of her.

His gesture was gentlemanly, measured; even though he'd held her a moment ago, Cynthia hadn't felt the least bit offended.

"Thank you," she murmured, but the man didn't answer. He strode deeper down the corridor toward one of the private rooms.

The others followed close behind.

Cynthia glanced over and realized a few of them were faces she'd seen on the news.

As someone passed by, they gave her a scrutinizing look. Cynthia quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet their eyes.

Only after everyone had gone did she risk looking up.

Dominic stood surrounded by the others, a faint, inscrutable smile on his lips as he spoke with effortless poise.

A slender cigarette dangled between his fingers, its tip flaring in the deliberately dim, mysterious hallway—first glowing, then fading into shadow.

When she saw Cynthia coming to find her, Jocelyn rushed over, grumbling, "Viola's a handful—I never should have agreed to bring her tonight."

Cynthia smiled gently and handed her friend's purse and phone back. "Garry called for you a minute ago."

Garry Fairchild, Jocelyn's eldest brother.

Jocelyn pouted and scratched her head in frustration. "He probably heard about the drama over here and wants to give me a lecture—so annoying."

Cynthia's smile softened. "Maybe he's just worried about you. You should call him back."

Jocelyn nodded, taking her phone. She was just about to dial Garry when she froze, staring at the screen.

Following her gaze, Cynthia finally noticed the spiderweb of cracks on the display.

"When I came out of the room earlier, Johnny bumped into me and I dropped it. I'll go with you tomorrow to get a new one."