Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 234

Out of the corner of her eye, Cynthia caught a glimpse of Terrance’s suit jacket at the conference room door. A calculating glint flashed in her gaze before she looked up at Benedict and spoke softly.

“I haven’t forgotten. Isn’t that why I’m cooperating with you now?”

“I understand it might be difficult for you to hand over twenty percent of your shares all at once. You’re worried about your own standing, but what if you put up ten percent, the rest of the executives here chipped in five percent collectively, and I covered the last five? How does that sound?”

Her suggestion set off a wave of sidelong glances around the table. Those with fewer shares looked particularly reluctant to give up any at all.

Benedict’s expression darkened. He was in no mood to give up ten percent of his stake either. He frowned, his tone unyielding as he rejected Cynthia’s proposal.

“No. That’s too risky. I can only offer five percent.”

If he parted with ten percent, he’d be left with only twenty-two—just a two percent edge over the new shareholder. That was far too close for comfort.

“Let’s not forget, Mr. Shepard, you’re the one at fault here. The loss of our clients is thanks to your little… personal indiscretions.”

Cynthia’s voice regained its casual, almost lazy air.

“I’m just making a suggestion. If you’re all against it, then it’s out of my hands. I’m willing to sell twenty percent of my shares, but I won’t be putting that money back into the company. If everyone’s willing to contribute and reinvest, fine. Otherwise, I have nothing more to say.”

She leaned back in her chair, looking utterly relaxed, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched Benedict, as if the whole thing hardly concerned her.

Benedict returned to his seat, face set in a grim mask.

At that moment, Terrance re-entered the conference room.

The tension that had filled the room moments earlier seemed to vanish as the executives pasted on polite, eager smiles at his arrival.

Cynthia let her lips curl into a playful smirk, gently rocking in her chair, her eyes dancing with amusement.

To Terrance, she looked just like a cunning little fox.

Trying to set him up?

She was still too green for that.

Benedict, meanwhile, was still rattled by Cynthia’s earlier proposal.

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