Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 119

Gwyneth paused, momentarily thrown off.

What kind of answer was that?

Was he coming, or not?

And if he was, why not just leave with her now?

A thousand questions flashed through her mind in an instant, but Bennett had already lowered his head, eyes fixed on the documents before him, with no intention of explaining further.

Suppressing her confusion and a strange, inexplicable disappointment, Gwyneth pressed her lips together. She didn’t ask again, only replied, “Alright.” Then she opened the door and walked out alone.

The sunlight outside was harsh. She slid into her car, watching the city blur past the window, her mind still tangled around those three cryptic words.

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Her car glided to a stop at the entrance to the golden anniversary celebration, right by the red carpet.

Stepping out gracefully, Gwyneth’s presence commanded attention. Her champagne-gold evening dress shimmered in the sun, the soft sheen setting off her aristocratic poise—elegant, crisp, and cool, like winter bamboo dusted with the season’s first snow.

Yet that calm composure shattered the moment her gaze landed ahead.

Of all the people she could run into.

Queenie and Desiree had just stepped out of a Porsche a few yards away.

Queenie wore this season’s couture—a strapless blush gown—and clung to Desiree’s arm, her face arranged into a carefully practiced, sweet smile. The moment she saw Gwyneth, the smile faltered, twisting into a mask of jealousy and spite.

Gwyneth?

What made her think she belonged at an event like this?

That bitch!

After all the humiliating groveling I had to do just to keep up appearances in front of Julian, she still dares to show up looking so flawless?

Inside, Queenie was cursing furiously, but on the surface, she immediately switched to a pitiful, trembling expression.

She held onto Desiree, pretending not to notice the frost in Gwyneth’s eyes, and made a beeline straight toward her.

Gwyneth scoffed inwardly. She had no intention of acknowledging them—she fixed her gaze ahead, prepared to breeze right past as if they were nothing but air.

But Queenie’s saccharine voice clung to her like syrup, dripping with forced warmth and innocence.

“Gwyneth! What a surprise! Are you here for Father Jeff’s golden anniversary too?”

Gwyneth didn’t even break stride, let alone spare Queenie a glance. She shot her a withering, undisguised look of disgust instead.

Just then, Julian finished parking and walked over.

He immediately saw Gwyneth, cornered by Queenie and Desiree, and her icy, dismissive demeanor.

Queenie caught sight of Julian, and a glint flashed in her eyes—her performance began.

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