Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 201

Early the next morning, Cynthia Tremaine’s phone buzzed with a call from her assistant, Frank.

“Ms. Tremaine, you need to be extra careful at today’s board meeting. VistaSphere Group’s cash flow is in trouble, and Benedict is desperate for new capital. He’s planning to have the entire executive team pressure you to give up a portion of your shares for a cash injection.”

“He’s already lined up investors who are ready to buy in.”

A faint, sardonic smile tugged at Cynthia’s lips, her eyes flashing with cold amusement.

Benedict Shepard was always calculating. He was all too happy to sacrifice her interests for the good of the many.

VistaSphere Group. Executive Conference Room.

Benedict sat at the head of the table, his expression grim as he swept a cold gaze over the empty seat to his left.

The meeting was about to begin, yet Cynthia was still nowhere to be seen.

Everyone present held a small stake in VistaSphere Group—just a few percentage points each, but enough to count as shareholders. Each of those shares had been a gift from Benedict himself.

It was his way of keeping the executive team loyal.

The idea, ironically, had originally been Cynthia’s, but Benedict had taken credit for putting it into practice. The others were grateful to him; after all, the company had flourished in recent years. Even a small ownership share had brought them handsome returns.

Even though it was Benedict’s affair that had dragged Cynthia into scandal, no one blamed him. If anything, they resented Cynthia for making a fuss and bringing trouble to the company.

“Didn’t Ms. Tremaine say she’d be here for this meeting? Where is she?”

“Maybe she really plans to let VistaSphere Group collapse.”

“She’s being completely irresponsible. No matter what, she should put the company first right now.”

“Mr. Shepard never should have let her hold such a large stake in the first place. If he hadn’t, Tremaine Holdings wouldn’t be in such dire straits.”

As Cynthia approached the conference room with Frank, these whispered complaints drifted to her ears.

Benedict reached out, catching Cynthia’s wrist and dropping his voice. “Cynthia, please, just take your seat. Don’t make a scene.”

She glanced down at his hand, then shook him off with a flick of her arm.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Shepard? Worried I’ll steal your throne?”

His jaw tightened, but he forced a cool response. “What’s mine is yours. If you want to lead, I’ll step aside anytime.”

Cynthia gave a cold laugh. “Hoping I’ll clean up your mess for you? Not a chance.”

With that, she grabbed a file from the table in front of Dominic Holloway, circled the table, and sat down on the opposite side, casually flipping through the papers.

“Let’s get started.”

Dominic watched her with a heavy sigh, straightening his suit jacket before taking his seat.