Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 32

After all, they had once been classmates in high school.

Cynthia was skilled at coming up with creative strategies and proposals, but she'd never been at home at the negotiation table. Sitting across from sharp-eyed business sharks was not her strong suit.

But now that she was here, there was no way she'd just slip out with her tail between her legs.

She sat on the leather sofa, keeping her posture calm, but she could feel the man's gaze from across the room—cool, assessing, as if he was weighing her worth from a pedestal.

Determined not to let herself be at a disadvantage, Cynthia drew a subtle, steadying breath and rose to her feet, meeting his eyes levelly.

"Holloway Enterprises is looking to break into the Cloudcrest City market. If you start from scratch, it'll burn up a lot of time and resources. For someone like you, Mr. Holloway, time is money."

The man didn't so much as blink.

Cynthia exhaled quietly, steeling herself. She was good at the planning side, but actual deal-making? Not so much.

Still, she was here—she might as well see it through.

"VistaSphere Group has everything you're looking for. We're the perfect fit if Holloway Enterprises wants a fast track into Cloudcrest City. I can't imagine Mr. Holloway would walk away from such a valuable opportunity just because of a minor… misunderstanding between us."

"A minor misunderstanding?" he echoed, rolling the words around, as if tasting them.

The cigarette in his hand was crushed between his fingers, its tip bent out of shape.

Cynthia forced herself to nod.

She remembered when her engagement to the Holloway family had been announced. She'd returned to Cloudcrest City with her mother, but she'd broken off all contact with the Tremaines and demanded the engagement be dissolved before she and Dominic ever truly met face-to-face.

There had never been anything between them. If not for that marriage arrangement made by their parents, they would have been strangers.

So to her, it hardly counted as a real grudge.

The cigarette finally snapped in Dominic's hand, loose tobacco scattering on the polished floor.

He gave a short, humorless laugh, then asked, "Miss Tremaine, do you know the three lifelong grudges a man can carry?"

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