Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 14

The voice on the other end of the line shot up several notches.

“So other clients are important, but I’m not? Queenie, even if you’re busy chasing business, shouldn’t you handle your work one task at a time? Or is it that our company’s project just isn’t good enough for you? Are you saying it only gets attention when you happen to have some free time?”

“That’s not it at all, Mr. Grant, I didn’t mean that.” Queenie’s face flushed crimson under his barrage, panic rising in her chest until she was on the verge of tears.

“If I’d known this was your service attitude after we signed the contract, I never would have bothered working with you. Forget the project. I’m canceling it. You can expect a call about the compensation payment soon!”

With a sharp click, the line went dead.

Queenie’s face drained of all color. Even Julian’s expression darkened.

Bennett, meanwhile, glanced leisurely at his watch, amusement flickering in his eyes as he spoke in a tone laced with meaning. “If that’s how your so-called key staff handle things, Julian, I have to question your ability to manage this company.”

Julian shot Queenie an irritated glare and quickly interjected, “Bennett, let me explain. Queenie mainly handles the contract paperwork. The project team is actually responsible for business follow-up. I’ll get someone to contact Mr. Grant right away and try to win the project back.”

Without another word, Julian hurriedly dialed Gwyneth.

Her calm, almost frosty voice filtered through the speaker, “Mr. Locke.”

Bennett’s fingers stilled as he toyed with his pen, a barely perceptible smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Julian, rattled by the canceled project, didn’t notice Bennett’s reaction. He rushed on, “I need you to reach out to Mr. Grant at Celestial Group immediately. He’s suddenly decided to pull out of the partnership. Just handle it directly. There’s no need to come to the executive office.”

After hearing the whole story, Gwyneth borrowed a colleague’s phone, put it on speaker, and dialed Troy Grant’s number.

“Mr. Grant, I’m sorry. I heard there’s been some trouble with our project handover.”

He’d always assumed Queenie could handle something this simple, especially since Gwyneth made every negotiation look effortless. But now that Queenie couldn’t even manage a basic handover, irritation simmered under his skin.

Bennett’s gaze flicked between the two of them, a mocking smile curling his lips. “What did the client mean by all that? Is Queenie actually not managing this project?”

Julian paled, about to explain.

But Bennett pressed further, his voice smooth and deliberate. “And as for Mr. Grant just now, he seemed to trust Ms. Fletcher a lot more over the phone. Remind me, what’s her role at Harvest Group?”

Two pointed questions, and Julian felt a cold sweat break out. He chose to answer the latter, glossing over the first. “That was just a regular secretary assisting Queenie on the project. She must have mishandled something, which led Mr. Grant to get the wrong impression about Queenie.”

Bennett’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Well, I wouldn’t want to poach your star player, Queenie. But this ‘regular secretary’, Julian, would you be willing to loan her to me for a while?”