Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 160

At that moment, Zayden approached, guiding Desiree by the hand.

Desiree seemed to have shaken off the weight of scandal; her eyes sparkled with renewed vitality.

Zayden caught Julian’s gaze, and there was a silent understanding between them—an unspoken agreement that needed no explanation.

The Ford family had already thrown their weight behind Locke Group and Harvest Group. Today’s so-called bidding was little more than a formality, a prelude to a powerhouse alliance.

“Mr. Locke, here’s to your victory.” Zayden raised his glass, his smile layered with meaning.

“Thank you for your support, Mr. Ford.” Julian clinked glasses with him, saying more with that gesture than words ever could.

He glanced around the ballroom, soaking in the reverent and sycophantic stares directed his way, his chest swelling with pride.

The outcome was already decided.

Suddenly, a stir rippled through the entrance.

Julian’s eyes flicked instinctively toward the commotion, and his smile froze in place.

Gwyneth had arrived, dressed in an impeccably tailored ivory skirt suit. Her hair was swept up with elegant precision, baring the smooth line of her neck.

She wore almost no jewelry—just a simple, expensive watch on her wrist that only heightened her poised, cool demeanor.

She carried a sleek folder in one hand, walking with unhurried confidence. In a room full of oily handshakes and forced grins, she stood apart, serene and commanding, as if the moon itself had descended into the crowd. Instantly, all eyes were drawn to her.

She was here as the representative for Fletcher Group?

The reflection from Julian’s gold-rimmed glasses masked the shock, confusion, and rapidly mounting anger in his eyes.

She was actually representing Fletcher Group?

Something this big, and she hadn’t breathed a word to him.

What the hell was she playing at?

A surge of betrayal blazed through him.

The smile vanished from his face, replaced by an icy, impenetrable darkness.

He didn’t even notice Queenie’s face turning ashen beside him or Zayden’s curious glance. Shoving his glass into Queenie’s hand, Julian strode purposefully toward Gwyneth.

“Gwyneth!” His voice was tight with suppressed fury. The moment he reached her, he grabbed her wrist in a grip that was far too forceful for such a public setting.

“Ah!” Gwyneth stumbled, pain shooting up her arm as the folder nearly slipped from her grasp.

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