Chapter 7
Tess was excited as she exclaimed, “Mr. Cedric is Maia’s ex-husband, you know? He’s here to make you pay for your actions!”
Maia wondered if he had come to rescue her. After all, they had been married for 11 years, and she had been utterly devoted to him.
She gently held the cuff of Cedric’s trousers and struggled to look up at him. After a moment, she managed to say, “Cedric...” Refusing to release her grip on his cuff, she gazed at him with tearful eyes, too weak to say anything more.
Cedric’s eyes narrowed beneath a stray lock of hair.
“Putting on an act again?” His gaze was unreadable, but his words were cold.
Asense of hopelessness overcame Maia. Tears mixed with rainwater streamed down her face.
‘He’s not here to save me. No.’ She let out a bitter smile and slowly let go of his cuff.
Yvette was relieved and triumphant. It was surprising but also reasonable that Cedric cared so little about Maia. Everyone in Prismara knew how much he despised her.
She let out a welcoming smile. “Please come inside, Mr. Cedric. It’s pouring outside—” “Lown this place now,” Cedric declared. Puzzled, Yvette asked, “What do you mean, Mr. Cedric?”
Baz stepped forward and explained, “Mrs. Yvette, Mr. Cedric now owns 55 percent of Burgess Winery, which makes him the company’s biggest shareholder.”
Yvette was surprised to learn that Cedric had 15 percent more shares than them. With 55 percent, the man would have a final say over the winery’s management.
Dumbfounded, she staggered back a few steps.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
“| don’t want anyone to die in my winery, alright?” His gaze was chilling.
Yvette nodded vigorously and said, “Yes, of course. I'll send them to the hospital right away!”
She used to be a popular escort before marriage and knew how to pick her battles. Not to mention that she was dealing with someone as formidable as Cedric.
Yvette promptly instructed the bodyguards and staff to rush Maia and Errol to the hospital. “Why?” As rain fell on her face, Maia gazed after Cedric as he prepared to leave. She thought, ‘Why did he have to buy up the shares? Why did he have to be so cruel to me?’
“You had it coming.”