Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 208

Assistant Frank leaned in as well, eyes skimming over Benedict’s signature before murmuring quietly,

“Should I check with Attorney Chase?”

After all, Attorney Chase was the one who drafted this contract.

Cynthia shook her head, her expression grave.

“No need.”

“This contract already went through a cost assessment. The investment failed, and the termination’s been confirmed. We’ve recovered part of the funds, but there’s still five hundred thousand left outstanding.”

A five-million-dollar investment, and in less than six months, they’d lost more than four million.

Benedict had pulled out midstream.

Something was seriously off about this deal.

It looked like Benedict had been quietly transferring company assets—probably planning it since the day she left the firm half a year ago.

Assistant Frank’s face registered open surprise as he asked, cautious,

“Ms. Tremaine, what do you plan to do next?”

Cynthia’s lips curled ever so slightly. Her voice was calm.

“We observe and wait. Don’t tip anyone off.”

Six months—hardly enough for Benedict. He’d need more time to cover his tracks, shifting assets under the radar and using other company investments to plug the holes, keeping VistaSphere Group’s accounts looking flush and unremarkable.

He was clever, she had to admit—knew she’d be watching the accounts, so he was careful not to leave obvious traces.

“Return all the documents to the records room. Act as if you’ve seen nothing.”

Assistant Frank nodded, carefully filing everything away and carrying the documents back to storage.

Cynthia stood and left her office, only to find Fred waiting outside the door. She raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve been standing here this whole time?”

Fred nodded.

She looked him over—so earnest, so by-the-book—and rubbed her temples before speaking gently,

“When no one’s around, you can sit in the lounge and take a break, you know.”

“Have you had lunch yet?”

Fred shook his head. “Not yet, Ms. Tremaine.”

Cynthia checked the time. “Come on, join me in the cafeteria.”

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