Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 16

Underground parking garage.

Bennett had barely made it to his car when Queenie hurried after him. “Mr. Boyd!”

He turned, brow faintly furrowed, but said nothing.

“Mr. Boyd, I think there might’ve been a little misunderstanding earlier,” Queenie said as she caught up to him.

She was already standing much too close, her perfume hanging in the air—sickly sweet and dizzying. The strap of her dress slipped just off her shoulder, as if by accident.

Bennett looked away, clearly annoyed.

Queenie leaned in, deliberately displaying her curves. “Julian talks about you all the time. I’ve always admired you. I’m really happy we finally met.”

She reached out to shake his hand.

Bennett stared coldly at her outstretched hand, his gaze so icy that Queenie’s confidence faltered. She hesitated, swallowed hard, and quickly drew her hand back.

“I just wanted to get to know you better, Mr. Boyd.”

“Julian?” Bennett looked down at her, his tone utterly indifferent, as if he were addressing something beneath his notice. “You’re his employee, right?”

Queenie froze, only now realizing he thought her way of addressing Julian was too familiar. Flustered, she didn’t know how to respond.

“Julian wasn’t engaged to you yesterday, was he?”

At that, Hugo couldn’t hold back. He raised his voice, “Mr. Boyd, maybe you don’t realize, but where we’re from, this sort of thing is called being the ‘other woman.’”

Queenie’s face drained of color. Humiliation washed over her.

Bennett spared her no more attention. He turned and walked away.

Panic rising, Queenie tried to explain, instinctively grabbing his sleeve. “I just want to be friends with you!”

Bennett’s expression turned glacial. He shook her off, stripped off his suit jacket in disgust, and tossed it aside.

“Looks like you don’t care much about your hand,” he said coldly, glancing briefly at Hugo.

Why?

Why was it that Gwyneth didn’t even have to show up, yet Bennett’s thoughts lingered on her, even considering her for the role of his secretary?

And yet, Queenie had her hand nearly broken for reaching out—left to suffer in humiliation.

She’d always gotten whatever she wanted. Gwyneth’s parents’ affection, Gwyneth’s boyfriend—she’d taken them all for herself. She refused to believe she couldn’t have Bennett, too.

Only she deserved to be Bennett’s secretary, not Gwyneth.

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In the office.

Gwyneth was staring at the quarterly report on her computer screen when Elodie’s voice, as always, arrived before she did.

“Gwyneth, we’ve got a problem!”