Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 48

Cynthia sat off to the side, her expression cool and detached, saying nothing. It wasn't until her gaze drifted over that she noticed the jade-green bracelet on Lois's wrist.

The design was identical to the one Giselle had sent Cynthia a photo of before—even the swirling patterns in the stone were in exactly the same spot.

So Lois had met with Giselle. And Giselle had knowingly given Lois this bracelet, even though it was obviously a fake.

A mocking smile flickered at the corner of Cynthia's lips, her eyes turning cold as ice.

Lois, catching Cynthia staring at her bracelet, lifted her arm for emphasis, almost as if she were showing off. "Nice, isn't it? My friend's daughter gave it to me. She was worried I wouldn't have anything decent to wear to your wedding with Benedict, so she got me this. Such a thoughtful girl. If Benedict weren't with you, I'd be tempted to fix her up with him myself."

Cynthia gave a sharp, silent laugh. She didn't bother telling Lois that the bracelet was a cheap imitation.

The saleswoman soon returned with a tray of gold-plated bangles for Lois to choose from. Lois browsed enthusiastically, not even bothering to ask Cynthia's opinion before telling the clerk to wrap them up.

Cynthia leaned past Lois and addressed the saleswoman directly. "Please wrap up the ones I picked earlier."

Lois shot her an annoyed look. "Cynthia! We're just trying to keep up appearances, you don't have to—"

"Aunt Lois, I know you're careful with money, but don't worry, you're not paying for these. I'll just have Benedict swing by to settle the bill." Cynthia cut her off, pulling out her phone as if to call Benedict right then and there.

Lois immediately caved, grabbing Cynthia's hand. "Fine, fine, I'll pay if you like them so much. There's no need to bother Benedict at work."

Grumbling, she pulled out her own phone and paid.

The saleswoman took Lois's card and quickly began wrapping up Cynthia's selections, then glanced at Lois. "And what about the gold-plated bangles you picked before?"

"Forget them," Lois said, waving it off.

The saleswoman nodded and set the wrapped bangles aside. But after a moment, Lois hesitated—then picked up one of the gold-plated bangles and handed it over. "Actually, wrap this one up separately."

Cynthia saw straight through her, but said nothing.

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