Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 164

Gwyneth’s heart plummeted. In a single, chilling instant, she understood—

This entire bidding war, from start to finish, had been orchestrated by him.

The man in the sunglasses was nothing more than a puppet, his strings firmly in that man’s grasp.

This was his way of driving Julian—and the whole of Locke Group—straight into a corner, step by calculated step.

As Julian’s desperate shout of “Four hundred million!” tore through the air, a deathly silence gripped the room.

It was as if the very oxygen had frozen; all that remained was the harsh sound of breathing and the thunder of frantic heartbeats.

Every gaze in the hall locked onto that shadowy corner—the one where the mysterious man in sunglasses had boxed Julian in.

And then, against all expectation, the man in the sunglasses, under Julian’s wild, bloodshot stare, gave only the slightest shake of his head.

Calmly, almost indifferently, he lowered his bidding paddle. There was no hint of agitation in his manner.

He stood, moving as quietly as he had arrived, not sparing another glance for the crowd or the stage. Without a word, he turned and strode toward the exit, his pace unhurried, disappearing into the shadows beyond the door.

He gave up?

He walked away after Julian’s four hundred million?

It was as if a crescendo, meticulously built up over hours, had been cut brutally short—choked off at its peak.

“Go after him!”

Julian’s words were ground out through clenched teeth. His voice was low and hoarse as he shot Duncan a glare full of suspicion and barely concealed fury.

“Find out who he is. Now. I want answers—immediately!”

His gut screamed that this man’s entrance and exit were no coincidence.

Anyone daring to toy with Locke Group would pay dearly for it.

Duncan’s face was grave as he nodded, rising swiftly and slipping silently after the stranger.

At that moment, no one was more delighted than Zayden, seated at the head table.

He couldn’t contain his grin; it stretched nearly ear to ear.

He’d expected Bennett to upend the proceedings, but things had flipped again—Julian and the mysterious bidder had battered each other to exhaustion.

Four hundred million.

A figure that soared far above his boldest hopes.

And for the Ford family, as partners, it meant they could reap the rewards without pouring in much more capital at all.

It was like manna from heaven.

He tried to suppress his giddiness, cleared his throat, and managed to sound dignified as he called into the microphone—his voice trembling with excitement:

“Four hundred million! Once!”

The hall remained frozen, not a single voice rising in response.

Bennett sat unmoved, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

“Four hundred million! Twice!” Zayden raised his voice, eyes sweeping the hall, lingering especially on Bennett and Julian.

Julian’s lips were pressed into a bloodless line; his face had gone ashen. His hands gripped the armrests so tightly his knuckles had turned white.

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