Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 213

Assistant Frank caught the sharp glint in Cynthia’s eyes without missing a beat.

Everyone assumed Cynthia would never walk out on Benedict, but Frank alone knew the truth: Cynthia would never let herself drown in the muck of a love that had already rotted away.

“All right, Ms. Tremaine, I’ll get back to work now.”

Frank felt a surge of relief at his last-minute decision to side with Cynthia. He’d chosen the right person to follow—and the right path.

Before leaving for the day, Cynthia backed up the contract she regretted losing.

As she stepped out of her office, she spotted Frank and Fred working away in the neighboring workspace.

She’d spent the entire afternoon holed up in her office. Benedict hadn’t come by to pester her, and Fred had even taken the initiative to help Frank with his workload.

“Let’s call it a day,” Cynthia said.

It wasn’t the right time yet to pull Benedict off his throne at VistaSphere Group, so there was no need for them to exhaust themselves.

Rest and recharge. Let Benedict think she was slacking off—that was her real strategy right now.

“Yes, Ms. Tremaine,” Frank replied.

He understood Cynthia’s meaning immediately. Setting his work aside, he grabbed his briefcase, and the three of them—Frank, Fred, and Cynthia—stepped into the elevator together.

One floor down, the elevator paused and the doors slid open.

Benedict strode in, taking his place right beside Cynthia.

The second Benedict entered, Fred straightened, instantly on alert.

Benedict’s brow twitched with thinly veiled annoyance, but he forced his tone to soften.

“Cynthia, do you have plans tonight? Why don’t we grab dinner together?”

Cynthia stared straight ahead, not sparing him a single glance.

“Take a number,” she said coolly.

Just having him stand near her was enough to kill her appetite. The last thing she wanted was to sit across a dinner table from him. The thought made her stomach turn.

What was there to fear? Cynthia had no family left. She was fiercely loyal—there was no way she’d walk out on a relationship that had lasted seven years.

She was just playing hardball, he told himself, trying to use his infidelity as leverage. He knew Cynthia inside out.

She wouldn’t keep up this act for long. The fact that she’d come back to VistaSphere Group was proof enough.

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Cynthia wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Giselle waiting by her car. She’d been expecting this.

Frank’s car was parked in another direction, but as he turned to say goodbye to Cynthia, he caught sight of Giselle and immediately grew wary.

“I’ll get security to escort her off the lot,” he said.

Cynthia nodded, then added in her calm, steady voice, “Check with security and review the footage. I need to be sure she didn’t mess with my car.”

Her sister was already ill. If anything happened to Cynthia, her sister would never survive the blow.